the sun hasn't risen since you've been gone . instead the (morning) sky is screaming raw umber, its throat sore with the absence of your lips . much like mine (though i hate to admit it) .
i am selfish .
you said.
for wanting your love more than you could give.
but then that makes you selfish too.
for not giving me as much love as i deserved.
the thick air slices my raw arms.
i don't feel anything.
not anymore.
not since you've gone.
the sky won't stop screaming.
even through the thick layer between my hands and ears.
so i dance to it instead.
as if you were in my arms again.
as if we were lovers again.
folding my love out towards you as if it were skin .
- please come back to me .
