Under the sun,
I feel no warmth.

Your absence;
A bitter chill,
As a serpent coiling around my body.
Tightening its grip,
Spreading the cold,
Leaving me naked.

they say doing a thing 29 times makes it a habit
then I thought of all the times this day
this week
this month
that I didn't see you
and think that
that had to have been more
than 29

yet
I'm still not ******* used to it.