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.
