Your absence in any corner of the chamber.
Not in a high- ceilinged corridor or in a window of basement of a castle.
Missing you like a prisoner behind dungeon bars.
Your voices as catawampus boulder fixation in every single thing I do.
Hampering a missing piece in a sunset casting a golden orange glow.
Deafening finger guns of your name where silence swaddled in tones of beige.
Paralysis in a cheap hollow reflection while bursting into flames.
Won’t unlock slummed door of regret as I left foot prints.
Drinking spirits of blurry memory in fermented fruits.
Overthinking malignant in a void of your almost.
Evergreen branching shrub of ego swallowed me.
Alone in futile mind of Aconite.
Thirst of reverie of affection in a stranger’s bed.
But only you could fill this empty space.