and it will make you more aware with its absence at night

[lovelydeception]

in a cold metal chair
burning my throat with sugary liquid
i hope to find a warm body to lean back on.
i mold uneven lumps below me.
the light above cuts through my skin.
sinking my fingers into the sand i feel you
and the harsh atmosphere is bearable
the air swirls through distant memories
chills my skin and makes me more aware of distance
and i miss you when i find myself trying to replace you
to ease this desire
for our fingers to interlock
for us to be complete.