Juggernaut

I wrote about you. To feel like you're closer. To imagine your fingers trailing on my neck through my shoulder. To recall your soft hands wrapped around my hips. And the way our bodies collapsed into each other like a crossword puzzle. I write for the raw of emptiness and ache in my bones when the ink is starting to dry into the old trashed paper. For some sorrow yet sweet dreams that pushed me to bring you back.

- A.