Baneful
In the top left corner of your heart,
I leave a token.
A subtle nagging sensation that has taken up residence, twisted through and buried deep, intertwining with your cells and soul.
Muted in the sun.
As soon as the day slows and you have laid your head for the night, maybe with a new warm body by your side…
no distractions.
The stillness foments the relic I planted.
Here I reside as memories of my passion, the well of love I had for you, attentive obsession…
…taking up more and more space.
The ache.
Enshrouding as it seizes the entirety of your chest captive in a lethal hug.