Hard and Silent

By Amaris

Faced with the possibility of

wanting for you,

needing to see you,

missing you,

I tell myself

over and over,

to remember

how I lived before

Your Love.

            Something I can't even find words to describe.

            Every time I think I have something concrete,

A Word.

            The meaning seems to sublimate

            for the want of something heavier.

And so I cannot recall,

            (how could I?)

A time in my life

that now seems so pointless

Empty.

Now that I have you.