The burden of being attached

I spent the whole day missing you,

Laying in bed with a heartthrob and a sore throat;

24 hours and 12 minutes since I last saw your face,

And yet it seems like all of existence

Has stopped to acknowledge your absence.

I miss you, delirious with fever, I miss you,

More than I miss the lack of pain.

You are the air I breathe,

the sun warming my skin- and this?

This is just withdrawal.

This is what it will feel like,

every time you say goodbye