Letters I'll Never Send

Dear Ache

my chest lay open, concave and aching.

scars bleed where your hands once roamed.

consumed in my anguish, yet your song still echoes.

your melody a gentle hum against my fragile bone.

I dream you so close, our hearts nearly touch,

though your lips too tender to lick my wounds clean.

my lungs collapse without the breath of two.

I am haunted by ash and despair where my soul once burned for you.