Chokehold

My gaze falls on his face, 
But my eyes look right through him,
Searching for you. 
He is talking to me,
But his words are drowned out
By the echoes of sweet nothings that you once whispered in my ear.
He smiles,
But it’s your laughter that follows,
Ringing through my very being.
He walks with me,
Seeing me safely back to my house,
But you are my home.  
He follows me up the stairs,
But I can still feel you,
Lingering behind me.
He showers with me,
But as the water rushes over me,
It is thoughts of you I bathe in.
He holds me in bed,
His hands around my waist,
But yours are around my neck.
My vessel is here in his arms,
But my spirit is somewhere else entirely,
Still wrapped up in your chokehold.