The loss of you is like a pulse,
I feel it beat somewhere everyday,
heavy on the chest, aching at the neck,
It ticks like time, but time doesn't take it away.

I drag the loss of you like a tail.
You are gone,
and the lack of you became an actual living thing,
attached, like a new part, and also the old, missing piece.
I'm detached, dangling, like a broken missing wing.
It said, "Report what's lost or stolen,"
so I wrote down 'love' followed by your name.