Everything I Don't Have Poem by Heather Marie Mortimer

What I feel most of all is the lack of your skin.
Where your fingertips should be; where your lips have been.
The only sound that I hear is the thoughts in my head.
My broken heart-beat mingled with all the things that you've said.
What I miss is the rhythm of our breath at night;
Rising and falling, our hearts pressed together so tight.
The worst of my pain is this numbness I feel.
This empty spark in my eye;
This broken heart that won't heal.

And everything which I don't have is everything that I need.
It is for my whole heart and soul, and for yours, that I plead.