Vacant

His absence sears a well into my heart
That can only be filled by his return.

Subconscious waiting
Active
Busy
Preoccupied even
But waiting none-the-less.

Aching for a word
A touch
His smile
To be lost
In his just being near.

The well deepens, filled with tears and longing
Salty, bittersweet, yearning, empty, vacant.

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The practice of putting women on pedestals began to die out when it was discovered that they could give orders better from there.~ Betty Grable

If I wanted your opinion, I'd remove the duct tape and ask you for it.~ Me
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