Five feet nothing
and a love for cheese
gifts me  
spaces around me
that are almost always empty.

The curves of my waist
are rendered useless
by your absence.
The silence around
my cheekbones is louder
than the sound of
you
not being loud enough
to let your words
stroke the outlines
of my face
from so far, far away.

Five feet nothing
and a love for cheese
gifts me
spaces around me
that have always remained empty.
Let me fill them with
*you.