But as if missing you is not enough,
I often find my fingers tracing the bullet wound.

As if missing you had not hurt me enough.
It is the same wings you broke that want to fly into the arms that abandoned us.

I watched you leave, and I watched everything I had ever known go with you.
It is you, you are my everything.

As if missing you is not torture enough,
I yearn for your touch on my skin,
your lips on back,
hands on my waist,
and your mind wrapping itself around me like a  burning fire.

I want you to consume me.

And it all seems so real and everything seems right again,
like the universe has aligned
but like a nightmare I wake in a fright and sweat from the dream that is you.

and it is because of this that I will not give you the satisfaction of letting you know just how much my body aches because you are not beside it.

How much more lonely these walls we once called home feel.

I will not let you know how much I yearn for your presence because
you had made it so crystal clear that you don’t need mine.