And so it has begun That I miss you more than I ever loved you; The deep imprint remains- your fingers on my flesh Grasping so tight I could not exist anywhere except in that moment with you The imprints leave such ghastly hollows in your absence Sharp contours like sunken cheeks Incongruous with the plump pleasantries, Like pastry, I crumbled in your hands To be consumed by your love Such fresh and living agony! Contrasted now by the staleing crumbs of my heart *** Once alive with blood in every breath What else could painlessness be, but death?