Waiting
I collaborate with needles under my skin
to keep me awake -
and to keep me sane.
yes, I put pressure on them to make myself grin,
but it’s a mistake
to love all this pain.
I want to distract myself from the lack of you -
from the emptiness
that destroys my days.
your scent, your touch, your taste – infected all I knew.
now there’s only this:
a lack of sun rays.
I reach out to the sky hoping to feel something -
anything that’s close
to your warmth and smile.
my heart aches, my mind is numb, and I keep thinking:
I hate that I won’t
see you for a while.
