my face burns from staring
into the dark this long
probing the whirs and ticks for anything
that could just h e l p me b r e a t h e

i catch myself slipping
through springs in my bed
intertwining with the scent of you-
the smallest of grins peppered only for i-

cool dry air circulates this lonely bed
and i hurt all over, wishing to be kissed
yet i know such a thing will remain a faraway dream, tender and sweet

the snap in my chest fries my nerves.