Trying,
so very little,
but trying
to forget your face,
your taste.
Your tongue was ****
and a little of me-
sad-
between the eyes especially,
and
nothing feels the way it did with you.
Missing you hurts worse than breathing.
Like reaching over my shoulders
to feel a nonexistent warmth.
Chapped lips
whisper hot into cool air,
blocking my vision,
eternalizing the way you ****** my heart.