I want you to feel

the insufferable loss of me.

I want you to feel as though

you’re unable to function

without me.

I want your body

to quake and quiver

with the fantasy of me.

I want you to sweat

and howl; to run

in wind and hail,

through bracken, branches

and stinging nettles

and find me

in a queue at Tesco’s

and tell me

those awesome words.

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