Blister 

Now this body is a blister burst
By walking so much with you
The foot it grew on is now healed
And keeps doing what feet do 

Now I see and smell and think
In ways that all explode
Into the forms your bell-curves took,
As you watched me and glowed 

To drink your glow is to think forward 
To the day you leave this hell
This will never be a 'good' goodbye
From which one recovers well 

To touch your arm is to touch a live wire
Which will shock me that day 
But is now soft and sure to be kind 
In a way that finds a way 

The thing is, I know what distance does,
How distanced blisters swell. 
I know a dream that can't bloom, stinks.
It does not recover well. 

No band-aid will heal this, no lies. 
It grows, it does not cease. 
You nibble it each time till it dies...
Just let it live, please?