when You are
not here I am
missing a critical
part of my equation
something so basic
I only notice gone
when You are far
I am missing
a vital part of my
whole the contours
of Your profile have
been carved so
precisely to my
own when You
are not here I am
a clumsy flamingo
trying hard to stand
gracefully on one leg
when You are not
here I cannot do it
I feel a break —
an abiding ache
Out of bed but
not awake — a
fool and a fake.