costs (unintentional?)

feel.

every bit and piece of the way your skin feels when the cold rain hits it,

the way the heat and sun sashays around the crevices and fine lines in your face

(faces?)

damages cannot be paid for losing this.

remember.

every bit and piece you chose to gave away.

the way the hands and arm around your waist sashayed you,

(yours?)

damages cannot be paid for losing this.

not enough

does everyone get the pressure
deep in their chests, or away from them somehow
when the combination of thoughts of someone missing are combined
with the right pressures and imagery and fear
of something loss
like the air or the feeling, the pure feeling, grows and expands
and nothing will relieve the way you are to me

momentarily

wait it out, breathe. hope to make a wall keeping this at bay
but hope to God you never will.

i am afraid of
what is missing.

flavor

So, I like the dimensions of music
it gives extra flavor to the words that aesthetics cannot.

you give this as well.