It’s late
and I can’t get you out
of my mind.

There’s so much to say,
but you don’t want
to hear it.

You tell me to say
what I need,
but you’ve stopped
listening.

What’s the point
if the words just drip out
and fall to the ground?

Why would I let them fall
only to get stepped on
when I can keep them safe
inside my head?

My head is full.
My heart is heavy.

I no longer
lust after you.
Instead,
I lust after
what we used to have.

Your presence
is missing.

You stand there
next to me,
but it feels like
you’re a thousand miles away.
I can’t reach you anymore.

You don’t need me;
I get that.

But, please,
remember that,
sometimes,
I need you.