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.