Touching the Void

Alone in my bed- Alone in the dark

a light is shone on your absence.

Absent from my arms-

Removed from lovers light-

Removed from the linger of skin on skin,

Of freckle melting with freckle-

Build to bridge the space between

surgical conversations operate

in implanting loneliness.

But my heart still holds you.

There is a twinkle in another's eye-

But in his arms

I could not find you.

This void filled with your absence.

And I shall not hear the words:

I love you

I miss you

You are my woman.

For your words are stored for academic contemplation-

and spewing while drunk.

And I will never understand.