love and loss

Our bodies lay there, intertwined, fitting perfectly.
You breathing down my neck, telling me you love me.
Tracing my fingers along your hips and down the small of your back.
And with that, you wake up and the ghost has gone.
You can’t feel it and you can’t touch it, so does that make it any less real?

Bare your teeth across my chest, it hurts less than the pain you’ve caused already.
My world comes crashing down around me, I grip the cement.
I brace myself for impact, the final blow that knocks the wind out of my chest.
With sweaty palms and busted smiles, gritted teeth and false hopes.
I don’t feel it. Nothing at all, never have, never will.