Obsessively

Listen swee'hear' 💋 
I miss you...
I miss you like the air I used to breathe before you filled my lungs...
I miss you like my ribs ache for the weight of you pressed against them,
like the way silence screams when it’s got your name stuck between its teeth.
I miss you...
Obsessively.
Like a song I can’t get out of my head,
your voice....
a vinyl spinning on repeat, scratching memories into the grooves of my soul.
I miss you like the night misses the stars when clouds crowd the sky...
like the way my hands itch for the skin they once knew...
the scent of you lingers on my palms like smoke...
and I swear, I swear,
sometimes I still feel the echo of your fingertips tracing lines on my spine.
I miss you like hunger...
deep, gnawing, unsatisfied.
Like a thirst no drink can quench ...
you are the water I dream of drowning in.
I miss you like a poet misses the words before they bleed onto paper,
like the moon misses the sun at midnight...
and mama,
I’m just here,
obsessing over the sound of your laughter,
replaying the way you said my name like it was sacred....
and God,
how I want to hear it again...
one more time.
Just one more time.
I miss you...
like my heart’s got your name tattooed across it in ink that refuses to fade.
Like the ache in my chest is permanent...
a monument to the love that once lived here...
and maybe still does.
I miss you, baby...
Obsessively...
madly...
endlessly...
Always.

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