Missing

She isn’t missing

But she is missing from me

She’s laying right beside me

Yet her soul is in a different place

I’m not even sure if she’s aware

But I could feel her absence the very moment she drifted away

She never stopped speaking to me

Her words just seem to drift around me

Whereas before, every word she spoke resonated deep in my soul

When she looks into my eyes

It’s as though she’s looking straight through me

Not like the times when hers eyes lit a fire within me

And her touch

Is light and undesiring of its place against me

Unlike any touch from her before when she touched my soul through my skin

I’m not sure where she went

Or even how long she’ll be gone

But I have chosen to wait for her

Because the days I spend waiting for her are better than the days before her

So take your time my love

I’ll be here when your soul finds its way Back

And you’re no longer missing from me