My chest is so empty, it aches You are my 3AM thoughts; my ramblings in the ungodly hours You are my sanity tonight; my frantic scribbles You are the glue that holds me together; the electricity that keeps my heart dancing in my chest God, my chest. Void of you, and mourning Devastated Lover. Where are you? Do you think of me often? Am I the faceless siren in your dreams? Or am I the very breath that fills your lungs? Am I the rising and falling of your chest; of my favorite place to rest and forget the raging storm around us? Or am I the wry smile playing about your lips? I wish I could kiss you.