Gone

Do you know what it’s like,

missing you?

Do you know?

It’s like plucking out hairs attached to the deepest portion of my being.

One by one, your lack ricochets through my every nerve.

I want to melt into you like butter on toast,

meld with you into something

better than bronze,

and not be left

wishing that souls could touch.

I want to swirl into you like colors,

harmonize with your tones,

learn your melody

and sing your song back to you.

You haunt me.

The rustle of sound as your hand sweeps my hair past my ear,

Your lips on my collarbone,

The amber of your iris reminding me of what sunlight can do,

The goose bumps that cast ten-mile shadows…

Darling…

I can’t breath.