I miss your soul like fire

the warmth of touch

Missing.

Gone.

I'm left with words

words with little meaning

Words that fill silences

But rarely touch the soul,

the part that I want to feel the most

is what I catch rarely in a glance

in a smile

A deep breath

a Blink

and then you were gone

and those meaningless words kept filling in

Stealing my attention

to tell you what matters most.

I love you.