Poems About Separation by Top Critiquers

I miss the way love feels
pressed against my skin
electric and meaningful

The memory of your hands
turn to ash
and I'm left holding
nothing more
than the memory of a dream

And I hate that I'm so empty
every touch feels ghostly
and unreal

Your heat turned cold
to whisper past on the breeze
like wayward leaves
that don't know how
to find their way home

I miss the way you felt
the way you touched
the way you fucked

I missed the way you loved me ...