Where does it go to
The oil you secrete
Off of the juice
That you stew in
When you're feeling the heat?
From without
Or within
Sometimes it sticks to your skin
If you are lucky
It just evaporates
Better out than in.

I’m sorry I didn’t make a life with you
I’m more sorry that wasn’t even an option
because to be honest
I still miss
…

My head aches from
this empty sameness
or maybe it just aches
from dregs of flu
I know my heart aches
from emptiness of you
yet to find the filler
to replace your space