Consume

You pull me apart, thread by thread,
unravelling the seams I thought were mine
until I am only skin and silence.
Every choice, every word,
finds its way back to you--
a presence I can't carve out of me.
Morning drags me through you,
evening folds me in again.
You linger in the static between thoughts,
settling in the quiet corners
where I swore I had room to breathe.
What remains when you are gone?
A shape half-formed, a pulse out of rhythm,
waiting for the moment
I lose myself to you once more.