I think about you during sleepless nights when the ghost crawls up beside me and pulls at my frayed thoughts like a blanket on a cold night.
On other days I notice my breathing become peaceful and want someone to share my glances, my eyes clear and without fear inviting you to look into me. When you can see my soul; you can touch me inside and I won’t flinch.
But now I’m within myself and not without you.
Whatever desire I had left is a sacrifice that I make to protect my soul from your cold.