untitled II ,

i have been thinking about
how recently i have become something new
how i have been packed into boxes and driven away from you
how one hundred miles of tarmac now stand between us
how my body cries out for you in the night and i bite the corners of my duvet and wish that my skin felt as soft as yours
how you used to fill up the empty space in my bed each afternoon
how we could lie in deafening voids of silence
how i could never look in your eyes, and
how everything i have just written is completely irrelevant because
i want only you