My Ocean of Me

The feeling in my stomach

is hard

to describe.

The only words that come to mind

are

space, emptiness,

as if there is a missing

piece

of the puzzle

within me

waiting for

that thing that fills the list gap.

Or perhaps it's not a space

but a dam

lining a reservoir,

filled to the brim with untapped

love, desire, and unsaid words.

The clocks stopped counting down

long ago,

everyone has left and moved on

but the dam remains,

waiting...

waiting...

for the right time,

the right place

to fill with my swell of love,

my rivers of desire,

my ocean of me.