My bones feel empty, cold and deep,
They know you're missing, while I weep.
It's not just skin, it's in my core,
I crave your presence, want you more.

A hollow ache, a constant need,
For your warm touch, a planted seed.
My very bones remember how
You held me close, and hold me now.

I feel your ghost, a phantom weight,
My skeleton just can't abate.
This longing deep, this yearning true,
My bones are calling out for you.