I miss you. I fucking miss you. Angrily, aggressively, Like wanting to punch the walls And shout about how much I’m beginning to forget Those moments; The ones I never thought Would leave my heart Yet somehow they’ve become Faded, distorted, jarred By the interference Of the time In which We haven’t been. Couldn’t have been. And shouldn’t have anyway Because the real wall-puncher Is deep-down knowing I have no right To miss You But I do. I so miss you. The shape of you in the corner of my eye The smile you crack in delight or surprise Your laugh, your look, your scent, your hair The waft of smoke in streetlit air and most of all The feel of you; that quiet, frantic touch Who knew an inch of skin could hold so much: So intense and overwhelming, that connection So stymied and so fraught was our affection, stalled And time-bombed from the start. Love’s leaking through The schrapnel walls Of my exploded Heart.