Missing
I ask myself
how did this befall?
How will it be with you gone?
It glows inside
the memory of you
and I lose myself in wonders
And I ask how would it be
if you were still here?
An empty space
is the vessel for lust
for longings that refuse to disappear
All you left behind
speaks to me now
and I can recall the magic you had.
Ulysses A.
