You make me feel the way
all the ones before you did.
Scared, like a fool.
I trusted you
with a piece of me,
and you took it and ran -
not away,
but you didn't stay
nearby.

Where do you go
when you disappear,
when my phone doesn't illuminate with
"I'm here," and "I miss you"?

What do you do
when I'm not close by,
when I'm on the East Coast and you're in Misery?

What do you feel
when you're not touching me?

You make me insane,
a wreck,
insecure,
someone that I don't
recognize.

Hold my hand soon,
so I can remember who
I am.

So I can remember who
I am.

So I can remember who
I am.

So I can forget who
I've become
in your absence.