I miss you.
Existing next to me.
But i take relief in knowing,
This world exists,
With you in it.
That you are here.
Somwhere,
In this world,
You are.

What i'd give to touch you.
To feel your lips,
Brush against my face.
The savagery of us.
The unashamed self,
I always was.
We always were.

No question.
No second guessing.
Just us.
In savagery and in innocence.
Switching back and forth flawlessly.
I miss that.

Us.
You.
But mostly,
I miss me.
And the freedom you gave me.