This past year has been so empty.
I’ve been trying to fill the space
you left

with glamorous friends, rich men
drugs and adventure.
It could have worked. It might have.

You turn up, nothing’s changed.
Same smile, same wicked laugh,
same freckled skin.

Rest your head on mine
and suddenly I’m whole again.
Frantic kissing like

trying to lick out the last drops
of medicine.
Who knows how long you’ll be gone for this time.