When I start to miss you
I think of the blood that
Swelled in my heart
And propelled through my body
For you.
Then the ribbed knife
Is recalled. The one that
You jammed in my heart.
Dragged it across the chambers
Watched with a malevolent smile.
Our memories of happiness
Are etched in my mind.
I cannot escape them
Everywhere I turn,
They whisper to me
Screech, chide, and command.
Taunt me with dreams of you.
Of us.
Images of football cleats
And rugby shirts grasp my dreams.
Tickles of five o’clock shadow
And back rubs stir a sleepless night.
When I run, they run to me.
When I cry, they cry with me.
When I laugh, they laugh at me.
When I forget, they remind me.
Your unyielding control over my
Mind, body, soul, thoughts
is omnipotent.