Sadness

craving for some love
on the empty side of the bed
feeling the hollowed pain
of things felt but left unsaid
the air has grown colder
as knots settle in my chest
are we going where we said
we'd never?
being so much less
than our loving best
I know sometimes I can be trying
less than easy, more than complex
your absented  love has me crying
falling into a blue emotional vortex
a growing gnawed bone deep ache
as the sadness rises steady
how much more before I break?

© J.C.