Your presence used to drive me crazy
but it seems that your absence drives me more

Clouds drift atop the stimulus of life
– mindlessly numb voyeurs –
blindly present,
yet,
vaporously absent from blame.

Left with silence,
in the absence,
of your presence,
I simply remain.

Drifting through,
without a clue,
of what I should do,
I suffer this pain.

Wishing on stars,
to heal my scars;
the distance, so far-
I'm tearing apart.

I am not whole,
only half a soul,
my love, you stole-
my beating heart.