Your body became my home, I could get lost in the echo off your hardwood floors and the drips of your broken kitchen sink. Even with my eyes closed I could trace every last crack in the wall, even the ones that you tried to plaster over.
Your hands were my foundation, they could guide me through even the darkest rooms. They gave me balance and taught me that even callused things can hold you up. When I told you I was closing my eyes on winter night drives your heart became my ambulance. You put everything you felt into vitals pumped directly through my veins you gave me the life my body was aching to feel.
I could ride for miles on your frail aluminum stretcher just to feel warmth in my hands again.
Riddle me with needle pricks and IVs, because it’s nothing compared to the hole I feel when you’re gone.