Carnivore.

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.