without you,
time passes.
but in such a way
that each second thunders
and echoes out the
silence that you left
behind.

without you,
it is cold.
but it is the kind of cold
that sneaks up like a six
am frost in January.

without you,
thoughts tangle.
the separation of wants
and needs
distorts and muddles
my sanity until I am at
war with myself.

without you,
i wait.
i wait for you,
it's all I do.