On Missing Her

On Missing Her

There is a

hole

in my life.

I am missing

her,

and part of me.

It is as pure

a pain

as I will ever know.

My soul

turned inside out,

made me

understand

how true my feelings are.

There is no blur

in that truth

no maybe

in love.

There is a comfort

in that absence,

truth is the comfort

so blinding

so big,

a friendly haunt.

But,

the days pass

as turtles in mud,

the minutes

leave marks across those hours apart.

I can smell her

in dreams

miss her more

when I wake.

 Torture is better explained.

But,

She will be here soon,

and we will

be whole again,

we are

one,

not one without the other,

that,

is too much pain for one.

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