You’re gone yet I still feel you
Like a severed limb long healed, dry blood on hard concrete
I’ll rub the stub and scratch at it but that feeling always remains
“Still here, you’re still here”, I’ll mumble
What use is it if people tell me otherwise?
How, when your memory hovers over me like a ghost
How, with your voice imprinted in the crevices of my mind
You’re the strong thrum of pain behind my ribcage
Rendering me still, reducing me to nothing
You’re the bile in my throat
Doubling me over a shiny toilet seat
You won’t leave, you won’t leave
I’d dig my nails into my chest and claw you out myself
Anything for the peace I ache for
Haunting me, always here