This feeling,
I have not missed it.
This feeling,
like I am clawing
at my own chest
with sharpened razors—
looking for ways you
have managed to escape
from where I had
stowed you away
for safe keeping—
for the days I choose
to not feel empty,
where I become
who I used to be
and I can take you out
to feel the longing
I know I'll never forget.