Memories of you float by from 'Hi' to 'Goodbye',
I cannot smell your fragrance.
My way is you and you’re not here.
Hoping the gentle breeze will bring me -
A glimpse of your aura,
A quiver of your breath,
A ray of your love.
To live without the unparalleled thing,
That you really, truly, genuinely want?
That makes your heart throb and sing?
Yearning, thriving, wanting just to see,
Do you realize how that feels?
To be abandoned, and hollow,
Knowing nothing but to brace yourself,
For the inevitable pain that soon follows.
For this terrible affliction, there is no cure.