The Hunger of Your Name

The Hunger of Your Name

I remember the first night we met,

your voice moved through me

like warm smoke in my chest,

I breathed you in

and tasted the heat of your shadow.

You were the secret I wanted,

the mistake I chose without fear,

I let your kiss settle in my blood

and I never wished to be clean,

not even once.

You said love would hold forever,

but forever can turn so cold,

still I followed without a question,

hungry for the sound of your breath

and the promise beneath your whisper.

Each morning you slipped further away,

yet I held on as if fire could heal,

letting the burn sink deeper

just to feel a spark that was real

before darkness took the rest.

I lost the shape of myself in you,

calling the pain something sacred,

and even now in the quiet night

I wait for your ghost to return

and lay its hands on my sleep.