I think of you when my feet get cold but my body is burning,
when the blanket slips off my toe.

I think of you when the sky cracks open in pain,
and its tears drip into the drains.

I think of you in an empty apartment,
every crevice a possibility.

I think of you in every word I write,
each word a love letter in disguise.

I think of you in unsent text messages,
saved in my notes only to be deleted by shame.

I think of you in blinding bright colours,
when you are in fact an achingly dull grey.