By Maddie B. 

I want your name,
Carved into the back of my heel.
A nice butterfly knife:
Perfect penmanship
I want it carved in cursive.
No matter how far I run,
You are always right behind me,
Arms out
Ready to grab me
Drag me.
Back to you
Eager to have me again,
I want it etched into my skin,
Broken bruised and bloody.
Because maybe,
When your memory
Is nothing more than scar tissue;
I will stop missing you.
Maybe I’ll even stop counting the days
Since you’ve been home.

Maddie is 17 and from Slocum, Pa. You can follow her at @queenmaddyblake.