2019-09-13
by
Eleanor Goldfield
I’m letting myself miss you –
I’m letting you soak into my soul –
high off this low
and I can feel you in my bones –
your thoughts pulse in my marrow –
and I can taste your dreams –
I’m letting myself drink your echoes –
not for you, but for me
I wanna feel this deep –
your breath rushes these passages –
but this inhale is mine –
these caves I’ll mine –
dig to the depths till there’s nothing left –
but me –
raw, jagged and real.
Alive.
exhale.
I think I’ll stay here a while.