Mummy

The nights are the worst. so lonely. wanting to hold you, the pillow becomes your skin. Arms wrapped around it, face buried in nonexistent raven hair that is yours, but not yours. arms clasped around and folded into sheets that in my hazy dream state become our hands, holding hands as we walk in the park. Wrapped in and around this tear stained fabric we kiss, and I cry knowing you're only a ghost, lips I created and neck I kiss made as real as can be in your absence. I no longer know where you begin, and I end. Every night I recreate you, wrap myself around you tangled sheets lost in UN-reciprocated desire wrapped up in my longing for you and only you like a mummy, a lonely mummy.