I have been so desperate in these last months;
so hungry for the words you can’t bring yourself to say
or the touches you’re too distracted to leave.
I watch through the keyhole for the last shades
of your shadow to fade, waiting for your absence
before I’ll let myself break down into tears.
My heart is a weakness that I’ve tried to carve out
but it clings to the inside of my ribs with a bloody grip
and cries your name until I stop.