CRAVE

I reach across the distance that your absence built, A shadow curling where your warmth once lay. The air tastes heavy, bruised, and full of guilt, As memories twist and won’t fade away. I chase the echo of your pulse beneath my skin, A fleeting heartbeat I can’t contain. Every night I fold the past into my hands, And let it drip through me like a slow, aching rain. I’m pulled to you like tides to a phantom moon, The stars themselves can’t answer this tune. I hunger for the pieces you refused to leave, And taste the grief my lips cannot relieve. I crave you in the spaces no one else can touch, I crave the hollow that keeps me aching too much. I crave the ghost of what we never knew, I crave the wound that only you could sew. The night drapes velvet over thoughts of your face, I hold the darkness closer than I hold my shame. I trace the contours that time cannot erase, And every silence speaks a secret blame. Your absence hums like strings pulled taut and tight, A melody that twists beneath my ribs. I taste the ache of longing in the fading light, And dream of kisses stolen from your lips. I’m pulled to you like tides to a phantom moon, The stars themselves can’t answer this tune. I hunger for the pieces you refused to leave, And taste the grief my lips cannot relieve. I crave you in the spaces no one else can touch, I crave the hollow that keeps me aching too much. I crave the ghost of what we never knew, I crave the wound that only you could sew. I fold myself inside the hollow of your memory, Curl like smoke around the shape you left behind. I ache in the spaces you refused to occupy, Reach for a warmth that dissolves before I find. I crave you in the spaces no one else can touch, I crave the hollow that keeps me aching too much. I crave the ghost of what we never knew, I crave the wound that only you could sew.