Skyscraper

Im talking about the ones who, for whatever reason, are as much a part of you as your own soul.  Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of an unfinished business.  Just hearing their names pushes and pull at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless.  If you had a lifetime to talk, There would still be things left unsaid.