Almost every morning since you vanished into my memories
I hear again from you...
A grey day
No sun breaks the sky.
Are you back?
Seems in a way you are.
I can't see you, I can't touch you,
but you're here
I sat with you today
For the first time in six weeks.
My compulsion leaks out of my soul everyday.
Waiting like Pavlov's dog each moment for some little treat to feed my desire.
Simple two word texts are my treats.
Saying little and only suggesting,
Bad news, expensive news
Feel fine, not fine.
There is a shadow standing at the foot of my bed.
Each morning, as the light seeps in through the cracks in the blinds,
You left as quickly as you arrived.
Between these ends there were notes, we embraced, you came
Close enough to taste, smell, kiss, feel, love.