I remember holding your cold fingers.

The feeling of your cold flesh
Touching mine
Left my body soulless

I was still holding on
Being without a soul didn't matter
As long as I was holding you

I now long for that feeling
of your cold skin grazing mine.

In that moment
I was closer
Now i’m hours
Days

        Months

                         Away from you

My core is rotten
I’m overflowing with anxiety and fear
In that rotten core of mine
There is a thick and toxic dosage of dred
Anger
                
            Insecurity

                                Let me join you