the noise in my room is of negative space:
a quiet that comes from a lack.
the lack is due
to the silence that comes
from your absence,
and my missing you.

i miss you already

your hand-on the small of my back-
leaves an imprint.
i am chained to that touch,
and cannot move past it.

you are my forever,
and i only partially know who i am

when you are not near.