In the scars where your fingers used to touch me
In the ache at the center of my ribs; you know they used to be yours.
In the way my hair is too short to touch my shoulders now, you always liked the longer curls…
In the gap between my lips that creeps to the surface when i don’t smile
In the emptiness of my palm
In the heaviness of the air
In the nothing that answers the call of your name.
Tu me manques.
-You are missing from me-
and the space you left could drown the oceans.