On the weight of your absence.
Being lonely is like a sickness. It spreads, it contaminates. I can feel it crawling under my skin and dragging itself across my body. Recently I have felt so swallowed by my loneliness, I wonder how and why it has been so difficult to find a substitute for your body when I am so small - anyone’s arms could cover me.
It would be much easier if you were here to fill the space you once inhabited.