I want you in my bones
like a bad winter chill.
You’re in every breath I take,
I swallow you whole each time.
You’re in every inanimate object in this
godforsaken room.
I’d wash the walls and the floor
and everything in-between
just to be rid of your ghost,
if only it would work.
You’re in every person I talk to,
and even the ones I don’t.
I’d climb mountains
and swim lakes,
just to follow you home;
but instead I’m locked in this tower,
waiting for you to come back.
Even though I love you
I hate the way I miss you.