This Ache Poem by Joe Howell

This ache, is more then tears,
falling into emptyness
is more then that invisable hand
that graps my heart, catches my breath

This ache is waking up in the morning,
knowing that you will not get to share it
breath the fresh air, nor see the purple sky
feel cool rain on warm skin, smell city streets

This ache, is waking up from a dead sleep,
seeing your face
smelling your smell
dreaming that you were here