The physical pain was but a pleasure to now have you under my skin, loved filled my veins and my heart played a joyous song with the beats skipped, warmth and comfort brought from the constant reminder that now you are part of me ‘forever’.
The physical pain now each time a million times more, dwarfed, near immeasurable in comparison to the anguish that takes it’s place;
Lump in throat. As I sit and have you burned from my skin. My body succumbs easily to the physical as you fade from view.
But my soul, my soul refuses to release you.











