For the first time in years, I don’t feel any black hole inside me, filled to the brim with nothing but a sense of void making me feel like I exist but perhaps it is all a delusion. I want to run in the fields now and not curl up against a cream wall in a room possessed with my silence, my chest wants to be engulfed in your embrace, your arms gripping away any remains of the dingy loneliness in my little heart.
I shout your name inside my mind when I miss you terribly – sometimes just after you have kissed me and had to go and other times when we haven’t seen each other for an eternity and life is a skeleton.
In these cold autumns, all that exists for me now is you,
You, You, You