The void

 I reach across the void

for you,

your hand,

your voice, 

your smell. 

I know you’re there,

on the other side,

somewhere, 

but I can’t reach you.

I cry

for you,

for your arms

to comfort me,

for your voice

to soothe me.

I throw

messages in bottles,

long letters of love,

short pleads of help,

silent tears on a paper, 

no matter what I do

they all get swallowed by the dark. 

Like my fingers when they touch it,

like my voice when I scream,

like my tears when I spill them,

like you when you left.