This missing you – an
endlessly dark emptiness of soul. A searing,
painful longing that slowly consumed
my heart, then set me adrift into this wasteland, where
nothing can grow,
nothing can thrive –
loneliness an accidental friend.
Only my tears let me know I am alive.
Otherwise, I feel nothing.
I want nothing, without them I am
nothing.
Because this reality I brought upon myself,
the day I walked away
without saying
goodbye.
3/24/24
Karen McCaskey 