That Feeling, Missing

It cuts and it tears.

It screams and it swears

wordlessly but noisily.

It’s like an upset two year-old

at first.

After the storm, it quiets down.

Eventually, it grows

silent, completely,

that feeling,

like a misunderstood teenager. It looms around my being.

Then, after that departure, all there’s

left is emptiness,

the deserted

room that you used to fill with your dreams and words,

with your touch.

It’s the space in my being that’s silhouetted after you,

that you once molded

and crafted so carefully

of which I only see the shadow, the memory now.

The space that carries your name, that only you can fill.

When, when will I see you again.