18.

I miss you

There are words I can't say
flat, innocent and
meaningless words.

I have not loved enough,

I have not lived enough,

ravenous and intense hunger and thirst,
bright and piercing anguish
lust for life which

flows, throbs, hammers
bounces, overflows.

Sometimes I stand up against the thought

of you

which takes away everything from me

you never leave me, ever.

You are always with me.

It is hard not wishing
to possess, to grasp

It is hard not to own you.