I wanted to climb inside your chest
and rest there, with my head lent on your heart.
That is the image I get, when I miss you. Then my heart
swells and buldges through my rib cage, like you are really inside there
and I dont want to let you out. I hold onto you
until you come pouring out of my eyes.
I want to cup your face, your feet, and push you back in.
I place steel rods in through my bones that hold me together
in ways I cannot.
I tie pink ribbons around my skull
and my throat, as it bloats like there are twins inside
kicking each other, as if to say we are connected
by more than a placenta and then I hear a cry.
I think back to when I touched your bellybutton,
you giggled and I shot fireworks out of my eyeballs
and they held your body the closest to mine it could ever get.
A second later, you were on a train, you were gripping a suitcase
and I waved and weeped
and my heart fell into more pieces than it is made out of.