Something Is Missing Poem by Laurie Crilly

I woke this morning, as I do every morning knowing that a piece of me is missing.

I slowly stretched, wriggling my fingers and toes taking careful inventory.

I lost my heart so quickly and without warning, I can't be certain that I may lose more of myself.

Of course, can I consider it lost when I know where it is?

I gave it to you, the first time we talked, without reservation.

How could I not, as I knew that you were the one I had hoped and prayed for all along.

The one that I thought perhaps did not exist or was just too far from me for discovery.

But without you here, I feel the void in my chest and throughout my being.

I woke consumed with my thoughts of you and began my day in robotic fashion.

Merely existing until I can look into your eyes and speak the words, 'I love you.'

Seconds drag by, transforming into minutes and minutes into hours.

So slowly the time passes in my bath of loneliness.

Throughout the day you visit me many, many times.

You may not be aware of the haunting that is you.

I run to my phone each times it rings, hopeful.

Answering each time only to be met with disappointment.

I scan my email, deleting message after message because they are not from you.

I check my mail wishing to see your pen has graced stationary with my name.

Sometimes I whisper your name hoping that wherever you are, you hear it.

Hoping that it resonates within you and moves you to whisper in return.

Other times I whisper silent prayers for your safety, peace, joy and strength.

My day ends with a feeling of despondency as the need for you goes again unfulfilled.

I fall into bed, staring at the the bed post in the shadows wishing that it was you standing near my bed.

Tossing and turning, sleep evades me once again.

Those are my days without my heart, one rolling into the next.

One searing through me the next cutting like a knife.

It is as if the hollow that once held my heart increases in size as time creeps by.

It is an open wound begging to be dressed.

The only healing balm, your presence and your touch.

Darling, hurry to me - I need my breath to return so I may start living again.