I miss him

Not soft but

Hard

Like when I think of him

And the feeling punches my gut

Hard

Every time

And when I roll over and he’s not there

It’s hard

I miss

His hard calloused hands on my body

Made so by pounding the drums hard, of course

His dick when it’s hard, of course

The hard pounding rock music we shared

Our whiskey shots where I don’t bat an eye

But for him it’s hard

The lump in my throat

Hard, because of sadness

(And made by something else hard)

The hard good-bye

It’s all the same

I love all of it

It makes up the whole

Even though

It’s all

so

Hard