Year of Missing You

You've left marks on me that will never go away, but I'd never known that a scar could be this beautiful. If this year had a name, it would be yours. Not the year of you, but the year of missing you. The year of both violently letting you go and desperately holding onto you, all in the same breath. I devote whole days to remembering the vibration of your lips against my ear. I spend weeks in the ocean until I can feel you next to me again. Sometimes we are floating; sometimes we are drowning.