My stomach aches like hunger
but tastes like thirst.
Tears are threatening my eyelids
and want to run away from home.
Your imprint stays on my chest
and my arms cradle the air looking for you.
My nose freezes from pumping air
to remember your smell.
My hands hold each other
to keep warm for yours.
I'm a little lost in a familiar wood;
I'm missing you.
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