Soliloquy

My own hands, they now seem alien to me,
I’ve missed you enough already,
There’s no place I’d rather be than where you are,

I look down to see tears washing my emotions ashore,
And bringing about my laughter still etched in you,
There’s no hand I’d rather seek than yours,

There’s nothing to live for, nothing to speak of,
Without your fingers filling up the space between us,
I am a void now, clueless and at a loss,

Perhaps my skin was made of sand,
Now that I’m marked from head to toe by your footprints,
Like a lone piece of a puzzle, I make no sense alone,

Now you’re long gone, and I’m aching for you,
I miss your touch in all of my hollows, but
Maybe, as a void, I’ll feel as a whole once more.