Missing You

“I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.” — John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

I crave the intensity of your presence

even when you are near me; I hear you

forming words for good-bye, I hear your

faltering steps moving away long before

you leave. Tomorrow will not always come.

There will come a moment when it will be

smashed into tiny bits of long ago memories

with the hammer of inevitability & all I will

taste is the dryness of your last good-bye,

grinding against my teeth, trying to

tunnel its way down into my throat.

Dry heaves tear at my body, leave me

feeling empty. It’s as if I’ve forgotten

the sweet taste of how it feels to be loved

by you.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind