My body feels
So cold—
Like firewood,
Too far from the flames
Which are burning
Out.
The salt of
My tears sting my
Eyes, and bile
Rises from my
Throat.
I miss the way
You used to
Hold me.
Deliciously warm,
Delightfully soft,
Secure in your embrace.
It's been months.
My efforts mean
Nothing.
I can't picture your
Eyes at night
Anymore.
They used to watch over
Me as I fell into
Sleep.
Now, it feels like they're
Closed.
Shut.
Locked away.
I told you I ache for you,
Do you feel anything at all?
Am I still beautiful?
Do you miss me the way I miss you?
I remain by the dying embers of our love,
Waiting,
For you to stoke the flames.