I am waiting for you to lie here beside me
with no air in my lungs, I wait
the vibrations of my hands against the bed
keep me awake
my ears want nothing but your heartbeat
against them
my hair is sulking limply, dreaming only of
coiling along your fingers
my skin is wishing for your breath to bring it to life
but feels nothing but the deadened air
I chose to lay here in this empty space
to experience the lack of you
exposing every follicle and fiber
to the chill of your absence
as though slipping nakedly into snow
I'd hoped to numb myself
but I am only cold and breathless and
shaking in my deprivation
while my bones push out all the heat
from within me
demanding your warmth and weight
to cease the wreckage
It seems my eyes will not open for me
and will only open for you
my lungs have turned against me because
your scent is not in the air
with my organs failing within me
I am still trying to learn
to be all right without you here