Lovesick

“Why did you call me?”
My voice trembles, waiting for
you to tell me that you’re

sorry but you need to go.
Goodbye forever. But you leave
the line in silence until –

“I need you.” It is just a
whisper, almost the breath of
the wind, and my own

breath catches in my throat
like a bird in a cage. You seem
like you didn’t mean to

spill such a heartfelt
sentence. Maybe you are
wishing to eat back

your words that are
now fluttering in the air –
invisible space – between

us. I can hear you
breathing and I can almost
see you, sprawled

naked on my bed,
chest rising up and down.
I can still feel the

butterflies in my stomach,
buzzing like they are now. I
am full to the brim

with our past. “Come
see me,” I rasp, voice rough with
sandpaper emotions.

“Okay,” you whisper, tears
still evident in the way you sniffle
like a baby.