it feels like that pressure in your chest when you stand on a high place and look down. that moment when you feel your heart drop through your stomach and you know you're standing on the edge of something. what is that something? you never know exactly. but you know it's unthinkable.
it feels like a crater, a deep hole where i used to tuck away pieces of you. when i left they spilled out and disappeared like cotton wood fuzz but i still find remnants of you when i least expect to; the brush of your fingertips under the bed, the dimple on your chin behind my piano, the sound of you crying on my top shelf
"from an unfinished poem titled; what missing you feels like"
