My heart beats like an anchor against my ribs

Darling

Where are you?

I slept inside your silhouette

Tonight,

Crawled against it like a crescent moon.

I think it gave me

A little less empty.

I held your echo to my chest,

Let it restart my heart, even when it meant

Ignoring the gnaw of want within

The cage of my bones.

This was a Nothing,

An Inconsequential bit of routine,

But now it means something—

Pressing the afterimage of your skin

Into my eyes, nose, teeth

It reminds me of how

Lost, how anchorless I am

Without you.