the missing piece

how far away is my love
sometimes it feels stuck
in my diaphragm
other times it’s as far away as your grave

i stare at our bedroom walls
there should be pictures of you there
instead of this sad, empty space

my grief runs over me
smooth, like rain
rough, like ice

i think about you and me
and the missing piece

just air
and a beating heart

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