The Drought

Of late, many things remind me of you.
But the memories don’t seem to want to stay -
It is as though I’m subconsciously pushing you away.

The endless photographs I see of you
doing inconsequential things
have no effect on me.
No matter what is said, no matter what I do,
I cannot think of you for long -
oh, surely this is wrong!

Before, my dreams were plagued by you;
But now I’m plagued by sleepless nights
in which I try to see you, try to hear you -
In which I wake in tears, surrounded by my greatest fear -
That you have left me.

Perhaps I’m acting so very strange
because right now you are far away.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder -
You left, and now I have no heart of which to speak;
Your absence has made me weak.
When you are near, my heart is here -
And only then am I strong.

For now, I’ll try to keep you in my thoughts;
I will lock away that velvet voice,
those piercing eyes of yours,
and save them for a rainy day,
when my sore heart implores
you to return, lest I go mad.

And so, for now, I wait.
And so, for now, I’ll hate
the misery that falls on me;
Without you, in this drought.