Pouring Emptiness Into Wind

Heaviness 
Takes breath hostage 
Leaving me hollow 
Lying on back in moist soil
Gasping for breath; love.
Empty fingers 
Plucking at nonexistent violin
For my lungs
Can’t expel carbon dioxide rich air
With lingering traces of gin.
My love
I need you here;
To hold me 
As I piece myself together
Your warmth 
Your smell 
I need all of it,
Today I’m lost amongst the rubble 
Searching for traces of sun
In the dust of rusted stones
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