Miss You

"Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there was
A time when it was not."
-Emily Dickinson

An element of blank.

That is what is left.

I pass it by and glance,

the void is hard to miss,

it rests upon my lips

where you left your kiss.

It walks beside my shadow,

calling to my heart,

it was born into existence

at the moment of your depart.

I try hard not to look

avert my glance to the horizon,

it will follow me I know

until I lay my eyes on

your sweet smiling face,

until then time shall pass,

I'll wait for your embrace,

and live the life I'm in,

until the moment comes

when you return again.