Mourn the Spaces

On my knees

I knelt with open hands facing the sky

Carrying in them the shards

Of an estranged and ruptured I

Winds weaved the thread of your need between my fingers

And mine

Scarlet in the bleeding of the heart

Distances stretched themselves out

Thin and sickly like worms that seek to feed from both ends

And drew unto themselves the polarised halves

Of who we knew ourselves to be

Of all this lack

I have gained a truth about my being

And I can find no peace when you're away.