if you wonder if I am missing you
you should know
it is constant
an ache that I can’t shake
never diminishing or loosening its grip
it has simply become a part of who I am
like a raised scar never to fade
that my fingers found again and again
peeling back the cicatrix to let you in
and now that you won’t return
it is my reminder, my reason, my rhyme
it is all that is left of you
that I can call mine
LL
the blood & the bones
The Blood & The Bones 
Leave a comment