Him
Of course I miss him.
Maybe not as much as I used to,
but I still find it hard to sleep at
night.
The feelings bury themselves into my stomach,
and ache until I move.
Sometimes they try to claw their way out,
up my throat.
But they're just feelings.
Abstract and invisible.
So they sit
And cement themselves into my bones.
And I wait until they go to sleep.
Then I can finally close my eyes.
Of course I miss him...
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