Fonder

In your absence

my senses reconstruct

our closeness

Your scent lingers

as though the air I breathe

must contain reminders of you.

Beyond the memory of

your presence

last felt

my mind makes me see

shades of you in others

and yet always I am aware of

the mockery in such perception.

Then, as I withdraw back into my

secure shell of loneliness,

self-sufficiency seems to crumble -

the aftermath of that intense intimacy floods my heart with

emptiness

A void within edged by a gentle understanding of sorrow, agony, loss

Aching.

Knowing

that the time and distance

keeping us apart only

grows the yearning -

(this irrepressible sensation

cannot be told

cannot be told)

for

another

touch.