It's horrible. I was missing you so terribly I could feel it in every fiber of my being. Everything was a connection to you— A conversation we'd had, A place we'd been, A behavior that we'd had— And it felt rotten, Almost fetid, Like a hole boring into me. Every time I went to reach out I just backed out, Closed the app, Deleted the text, Because what I wanted to say couldn't be conveyed in a fucking text message On a rinky dink shitty cell phone Or over the airwaves. No— What I wanted to say was so much more than that, And you know it. You've always known it. So when you reached out instead, That's all I needed. You know the rest.
