Missing

I wish that I could say I missed her.

If only it were that simple,

But the truth is much more complex.

Every second of every hour that she’s gone

I feel her missing from me.

Like lungs missing the oxygen to breathe,

My soul writhes in anxious incompleteness.

My mind fixates only on the thought of her return

Having lived half of a lifetime before I found her

I see no reason to spend so much as a night

Away from her side.