Nothing But You

I close my eyes 

Smelling the silence you left behind 

Hanged by flora. 

Today's memory: 

"Wishing to feel your body next to mine." 

A dream to have dreamed, ever a dream at all. 

Emaciated from your words 

Masticated: my pulse 

Feudal flame, glinting with dim leering, 

Hunger's cinder: a cider to swallow. 

Sickening stomach; mulling the scent of old home. 

Outstretched in the winter, where you went away 

Creating holes, leaving burrows grey 

Its dark sky comes stretching 

Unfurled: the sobbing 

The heartbreak, the needing, my pleading, then nothing 

A movement of words negates into something, 

But it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing... 

The tossing, the turning: huffing so lonely 

Thinking of you in the pines of our mourning. 

Late into hours, a daze so controlling. 

The pushing and pulling: knowing, never coming.