gemma x steve

you miss him frantically,
because he is gone,
gone like the rest of you,
the parts you placed
in the palms of his hands,

the memories etched onto
his skin, your hands
adorned with the
ache that remains.

his absence has left you
hollow, even more
so than you were before
you realized you loved the taste
of his name on your tongue.

you miss him,
madly, beautifully,
and you love him just
the same.

—  maybe you always will || g.l.