Fear stabbed its knife into my heart;
Indecision sat within my ribs.
I choked with every moment, bowed low,
And retreated with a backward step.

Now as my heart throbs from loss,
The weapon, dislodged, falls from its place.
This gaping hole can’t compare to the pang,
The weakness caused by lack of you.
I fling the old gall away to make room
In the heart beseeching my chest to expand.

These walls of flesh can’t contain
The longing you forged at your departure.
My brain can’t hold a fact so cold,
So all my soul contracts in winter chill,
And I write my mouth a perfunctory script
Lest it breathe of the absence of passion
That woke with the absence of you.