Separation Anxiety

I don’t know much about prose

but there isn’t much that I can do with my words

now that you’re not here for me to speak with.

Now that you’re not here to put your hand on my knee,

now that you’re not here to hold my hand,

to walk around the streets at night,

to ride buses with,

to bring me home safely.

Now that you’re not here,

now that you’re not here,

now that you’re not here.

Now,

words are all that’s left for us

because there’s no other way to let you know

how big a part of me went missing

since you went away.

Now that you’re not here.