Three Months Later

January 30, 2019

cheeks flushed a burning pink,
wondering what it would take
for you to call,
for me to call,
for me to stop wanting to
in some sick little
game of hope,
enough to make
the chest ache something pathetic

i want you out –
not a request
but an eviction notice –
i want my body back
i want my brain purged
i want my body to stop trembling
out of some awful need
to be touched

i want to stop
looking at the other side
of the bed and wondering
what it would be like
to meet you there.

Emily Palermo