I wish you could miss me the way that I miss you.

The pain goes deep into my bones

grinding, blinding, numbing, 

it surfaced on my wretched smile

the lines on the corner of my eyes

tasted bittersweet with every gulp of air

can you hear me calling your name?

quietly whispering it to the my messenger

the wind said he told you

but you didn’t seem to care much about stories of a broken soul

he said you danced and laughed out loud

merry with Bailey’s pouring glass after glass

and when you sleep

tossing and turning on your king size bed

he can almost hear it

condensed with longing

burned with fatigue and immeasurable ego

my name

over and over 

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