THE HOLLOW ACHE

 

The Hollow Ache (Extended)

My bones are hollow, echoing your absence,

A cavern where your laughter used to resonate.

My marrow, once warmed by your presence,

Now shivers in the cold void you’ve left.  

An empty chair sits in the corner,

A silent testament to your absence.

The coffee grows cold, untouched,

A bitter reminder of mornings we shared.  

The air is thick with your unspoken words,

Each breath I take, a gulp of what we were.

My skin remembers your touch,

A ghost of sensation that lingers,

Teasing me with what I can no longer hold.  

I trace the lines of your memory,

Fingers grasping at the air where you once stood.

My heart beats a rhythm only you can complete,

A song half-sung, waiting for your harmony.  

I watch the world through a veil of longing,

Each laugh an echo of what we shared,

Each touch a shadow of your embrace.

The seasons change, but my heart remains,

Anchored in the memory of you.  

Like a tree stripped of its leaves in winter,

I stand bare, exposed, waiting for spring.

But my spring is you, and without you,

I remain in eternal frost, longing for your warmth.