If I could, still, I would cry A well of the tears of my Love for you And taste the acrid waters Of a depth great enough to soar Transcending into the Sublime The Infinite, The Beauty... off the grime.
But I cannot, anymore. So I dwell into the Lack, of You In an emptiness large enough to fill Each, every and all of the Spaces Between Here, Now, There, Then Between You, I, and All...