Whole

Even at its worst,

When it drowns my lungs

When it burns my skin like ice

When it tears my heart into shards of misery

When it systematically obliterates me with its very intensity

When the weight of it threatens to crumble my being

When I’m methodically broken into tiny fragments

When all that’s left of me are tatters

Even then,

Even at its worst,

With you,

I am more whole than I have ever been.

It’s just that

You’re not here

And I miss you.