You’re missing from me,
so I feel your absence.

I feel it
in the space between my finger tips where your hand normally goes,
where you fit just right and I feel less lonely.

I feel it
in the emptiness I’ve become accustomed to,
because none utters my name with the same passion
my existence seems less meaningful.

I feel it
when you’re not around,
it’s in the way I lose myself as seconds pass,
in how you bring out the best in me,
so it’s long intervals
of waiting for you to piece me be back to who I am around you,
my better half.

Jade Novelist ©️ 2019

We love in sarcasm

We take turns playing the fool,

you hurt me then I hurt you

 

We love in irony

You call it love

But your actions say other things

 

We love in euphemisms

Down playing the pain we exchange

and exaggerating how much we want to make this work

 

We love in 21st Century speak

We know divorce and every escape,

struggling to state reasons to stay.

 

Jade Novelist ©️ 2019