A soundless tock arrives empty as a clutching gut in my daily morning rut, a sign of Time ticking your gone.

My belly gurgles acid in waves of craves, awaiting the feast of your bones, filled with the candy marrow of my love.

It’s You who still lights my soul, and I’m terrified you’ve left me alone…I loathe the thought you found someone else?

This is how we’ve always been, apart with me wondering if I’d ever see you again, a torture I began when I was ten!