NdukuOutLoud

Can you hear me, thinking about you?
Or did I sever that thread too cleanly?
Can you feel my body yearning-
Or did the fire from the bridges scorch that away?

I reach out for you in the dark
Would your lips still wait for mine?
Or did I lose that right when I let go?

It's been three days.
Three days of wishing. Wondering. Wanting. Hoping.
And knowing.
Knowing this is all it will ever be.

I don't know how to rebuild.
I don't know that I want to rebuild.
You're safer in my thoughts. 
Whole if I don't lay my hands on you.
They destroy most of what they touch-look at me.

But if I cross your mind, even once,
That would be enough.
Enough to be yours in your thoughts only.
Enough to keep me just for you,
In the silence.

3 DAYS.
And I haven't had the courage to tell you.
That I write this for you.
Scribbling our names like a child.
Trying to solve a puzzle with no edges.

How could I not have seen it?
How could I not have known?
I hold on to the memories of you.
As tightly as I used to hold you.
But you're not holding back now.
Not anymore.

But still, you live in my head.
My body aches for you.
Still.