There is a deep sadness building
up inside this chest.

The cavity protecting this weak
heart is caving in.

This skull is cracking from the
bitter thoughts that run endlessly
through this brain.

These fingers are growing cold
from the lack of warmth they
find when they reach out to
find nothing waiting.

This stomach churns at the
thought of you never being
here.

These legs grow restless when
they only long to run to you.

These lips quiver when they
have no chance of speaking
with you.

These lungs can't breathe
without your breath
entering my mouth.

How will this body survive,
if it does not have you near?