void

I lack you like a void
your presence too far gone
to fill my head with vivid
ochres greens and browns the
autumn in your hair your
quiet hands your stare

and all the miles from here to there
release me from your force
I am abandoned, trussed
held in this place till I
gestate and bring forth all
the purpose of those years
wrapped in paper
like a gift

I just feel cold without 
your voice, nothing does
suffice me for your lack -
each time you go I want you back -
to wrench you from your seat
keep you here with me so we,
so us, can be

but you are growing, like a tree
adding layers and weathering
the blast of expectation you
turn full-front to face -
you are bending with the
force - bend, bend,
and do not break

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