I write you in every poem, every song, and every dream i have.
I write you in the empty spaces in my life.
I draw your fingers between the spaces of mine.
And i wrap mine around yours.
Grasping it to feel the life seeping back through these hollow bones of mine.
I draw the curves of your body around the curves of mine.
And i hold you tight to feel you in my blood stream, returning warmth inside this cold corpse of mine.
I picture your eyes in front of mine.
And i stare into those brown eyes to feel the colors seep back into these sunken eyes of mine.
I picture your lips, an inch from mine.
And i breathe you in to feel the soul return under this beat up skin of mine.