laying on her otherwise
empty bed
i smell her
see her
in wisps
and feel her
as her absent presence
washes over my skin
i sleep with one ear open, one eye wide
dreaming she’ll walk in
any minute
and snuggle up
still needing
a mommy
sometimes.
she’s not here
and in so many ways
neither am i;
part of me living
on the other side of town
next to her ear
my heart pulled
across a few miles
stretched out
to hold her
wherever she goes
not to smother
just to join
i miss her so much
that my life is splitting open
into its own blend
of nauseous, pounding migraine
my baby girl
too far
too fast
my baby girl
i want you back.