Under My Skin

I can’t stop thinking about you.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
Just… constantly.

I miss you,
but some words
feel too heavy
to lift out loud.

Every detail stayed.
The small ones.
The ones I didn’t know
were permanent.

I don’t forget you.
I carry you.

Like a tattoo
the heart never agreed to,
but learned
how to live with.