It’s just a nagging voice, a dull shapeless phantom in the back of your head. It tug at your heartstrings and play just the right tune and before you know it, your throat constricted because you just… Ache.
For someone else – anyone really. You just need the assurance of having someone pressed against you and a pair of familiar arms wrapped around your shaking form. You just want someone to be here, right next to you and all around you, a soothing presence to calm your bundle of nerves.
Because the aching is a little too much to bear and it’s striking, how it could gnaw at your insides and point out that you’ve been far too lonely and could do with long overdue companionship. Even if just for a moment.
Just a fleeting moment of stupidity to quench the sudden thirst, a mere relapse for comfort, and then you’ll be right back up at your feet, with a dull ache that no longer bother you as much.
Until the next time it rear it’s ugly head back, that is.
À la mort,
The ghost of your warmth left me wanting.