my arms reach for her. in the small space that she occupies in my hippocampus, that is where i often dwell. my arms reach for her as my eyes shift to unfocus on the distance. in my mind i have already reached her. in my heart, i never even let go.
i long for her with a fever that burns. it is a physical sensation that splits me in two. some nights i wrap my arms around myself to keep from coming apart. other nights, i find myself taking comfort from just letting it happen.