I lie here, staring at the ceiling, and I miss you.
The stillness gently stirred by your breathing,
The sound of your hair sliding from the pillow,
The scents of the day rising from your skin,
The emanating heat of your body in repose.
A space lies empty beside me, undisturbed;
Duvet in quiet slumber, chaos contained;
Sheets unpressed by the weight of day.
Only one heart beats in the silence.
Only one mind wanders in the dark.
Only one body occupies the space of two.
I lie here, vision blurred, alone and I miss you.
The sounds of the city
Echo through my brain,
Filling the void with
Impulses that dissipate
As suddenly as formed.
Bombard my eyes and
Yet I see nothing
As I stare into
The darkening distance.
As empty as the bookshelves
That lie to either side,
My mind is a canvas,
Devoid of tint or brushstroke,
The words of yesterday
Replaced by so much silence.
The mind has wandered,
I know not where,
To seek adventure
In environs yet new,
To channel its destiny
In fields not yet furrowed,
Leaving only a husk of humanity,
A shed skin, abandoned shell,
To signal its former home
In the expanding universe.
I cannot know
If it will return,
But remain a sentinel
On constant watch ‘til death.
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