this one

There is a void in the middle of my chest
A spot longing to be covered and filled
with you.

You’ll find it close to the thump of
Palpitating muscle stationed above
My ribcage.

The beats go out and on
To beckon you,
A song searching with
A ballad serving as
A melody with notes reaching far.

But not far enough I’m afraid.
You can’t hear the cadence of
Feel the movement against my skin.

I’ll sit here cuddled up
In this dim office chair,
Grasping my arms to my core
Trying to hold some feeling
To keep the tingling memory from fleeing.

Trembling with fear and
dearly uncertain.