Yearning

I am breaking apart,
Ringed in my own cage.
Fitting perfectly to the lines
drawn by my own demons.

I cannot break these bars
-You haunt me.

The yearning, thin lilt of the strings
draws my soul out into the chilled night air.
It touches my spine.
I think of you, inevitably.
The spaces between my fingers feel empty and loose,
waiting for your warm hands to fill the gaps.
I miss you, and the smoke from a man's cigar
reminds me of your
steaming breath in the night.