What... (written by Tash)

The bleeding ulcer in your stomach. The frown lines on your forehead. The rescue remedy under your tongue. The nicotine stains on your fingers. The hangover the next day. The blood that runs from your cuticles.

Anxiety.

Your burnt salty eyes. Your arms clutching your teddy bear, That normally lies dormant on your bed. Your soul so empty, You think you need to feed yourself. Your mind full of memories. The pain of knowing you will never touch that person again.

Bereavement.

A longing to hold. A smile that starts in your gut. An urge to look after, And being comfortable enough to share. A desire to listen. Laughter when you least expect it. A reason to get up in the morning.

Love in every context.

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