There is this burning in my belly,
This aching in my breast.
I struggle to keep my heart contained
Within my chest.
It is just the thought of you,
For you are not even near.
It’s just my atoms
And cells
Retain
The body of you.
Come home.
My heart will not stay still much longer
For
It is not where it belongs.
It’s just
What I must endure
While I am
Imagining
You here.
I am
Aching and breathing.
I am
Aching and dreaming.
I see your true existence behind your eyes.
I feel the wounds.
The ache
You try to hide.
And some,
As the walk by
Believe the lies
You guard in your smile.
Not I.
And yet,
Not I.
The tears.
I am my own comfort.
There is solace in the silence.
In the dark.
It is there that I lay
The ache bare.
Defenseless.
Solitaire.
My agony.
And when the bottomless torment
(Which has no name)
subsides,
I will wrap it up tight
And tuck it away.
Not to come out again until
It is too heavy and thorny
To carry in the quiet.
Chole Into Diamonds 