#9

my love is a yearning thing. sits heavy on my tongue. 

i do not want to beg you, i know you can already feel it. my aching. i do not want beg but oh, please please please love me, love me. 

i think my cat misses hearing me speak your name just as much as i miss saying it. 

does he mourn as much as i do? 

i am sorry. 

i guess i never learned how to hold onto things without strangling them.