Empty
Devoid of any human experience
Regarding the beauty
In sensual physicality with another soul
One that deeply revers me
To the point of supernatural ecstasy
Found in the quick secretive glances from across a room
To the beautiful throes of passion
Which is only a black dark hole in my brain
Since it does not present itself as a reality
My reality
Yet
So here I lay
At 1:26am on a Tuesday night
During my spring break
As a sophomore in college
Listening to ******* by pink sweat$
On repeat in the dark
Writing poetry
As I feel the ache
Of never experiencing the sensual ache
Caused by the
Sounds
Looks
Touches
Of another
Of anyone other than my own *******
But one day
I’ll read to you
My love
All of my poems
Where I ache to be with my soulmate
Because I know you’re out there
It’s just not our time
Right now
In this moment
As I lay on my bed
Writing poems about missing you
And your touch
Which I know I’ll love
So
Until then
[insert name of soulmate]