You are

a part of
me now.
So the physicality
of missing you has
shifted,
in not so subtle ways.
It’s no longer
a gentle, idealistic longing,
nope.
It’s a visceral need,
and when deprived
of your glorious
company, and
attention,
it’s similar to
the discomfort of
a missing limb.
Its memory throbbing,
as I stumble or
miss-clutch along,
unsteady and unsure.

My nakedness
and dependence.
For all to
see.
Complimentary
and
discomforting.
Growing day by day.
Real.
Powerful.
And potentially
heartbreaking.

Here we are.
Both inside
this new norm,
a million miles from
our old normalcy, and even
wilder expectations.

Dreaming and
awake, at the
same
time.

~Lu