Your absence is as palpable as a ghost limb,
as a sweep of cold air flooding my skin,
as a ringing in my ears just after a bomb has gone off,
as a soft, fleshy piece of me ripped from behind the rib cage and carelessly misplaced,
as the hollow cries scratching against my vocal chords and stretching my mouth to a cave:
my cat, my cat, my cat!
Prompt from @amykaypoetry – Give absence a physical form.