I Have But This Poem by Leria Hawkins

You have gone…
And I am ill in my longing
Writhing; my dreams colliding
In the give and take of you
Each breath holds you
Just out of reach
Each vision flames
With a fire I cannot touch

You are my passion
My torment
Wrapped in the air of refusal
Sealed tight against my persuasion
You are the shadows that dance
Setting flame to my serenity

You are gone from my sky
Gone from my earth, gone from the wind

You have gone…
And I am stone cold in my hunger
You are the spider in a web of illusion
A slow ripple across cool green waters
You are the birds that sing on high
The apple, blood red and ripe for picking

You are my sin
My ruin
Bound by the stings of hypocrisy
Steeled to the songs of my regard
You are the echo of desires
Rewinding through the ash of my dreams

You are gone, gone from my sky
Gone from my earth…

You have gone…
And I have but this…
This heart wrenching, mind splitting ache
I have but this…