MISSING

MISSING

Why, when I call your name

do you not respond?

Why when I reach out

is there no one there?

You have been so much a part of me, 

of my life..

Did I depend on you too much?

or was it you, on me?

Was there ever a time that it mattered?

For though two, we're one

in so many ways.

Now, I feel divided

between past and present

then... and now.

I miss your laughter, your smile

your tears..

but mostly, you.

Maybe in time, the pain will lighten..

though I doubt it.

I long for your presence

will I ever be whole again..?

©Crissouli January 1983