Absence

Absence can be torture

Your absence is silence
that screams to be heard
like re-reading a sentence
and not grasping one word.

The blandness of white
needing a splash of blue or green
like observing a masterpiece
and it remaining unseen.

Missing you is salt
searching for tears
it’s months out of season
and weeks without years.

It’s blood that flows backwards
in and out of my veins
and the bluest of skies
releasing the blackest of rains.

By dusk I am restless
as day yields into night
as resisting temptation
consumes all my might.

So willingly now
I surrender to sleep
to revel in dreams
of you I can keep.