I’m frozen like a traveller under an avalanche
Your touch is all that keeps me warm
The way you trace your fingertips on my arms
Or how you look at me when your hand cups mine
Your scent, your laugh, your being
It’s all too much because once not there
My arms are empty
My hands are cold
And all I feel is the scent
Of you missing
Of you not being here
And the glow of your presence
Being gone.