…that completes me

The night is dark and restless, even the dead are weary
I still search for you, every moment consumed
by the void that you left in me
I think of how you filled my empty spaces
those places that I never knew were empty
your voice a symphony, a sweet soft melody
in an otherwise silent place
it still echoes in my heart
a vast unconquerable emptiness
that in your absence renders me hollow
these rooms are still and empty, haunted by many ghosts
I am wandering, lost in unfamiliar places
where the lonely moon casts long shadows
aimlessly searching for something
something, I know that I will never find
but still, I look for you
for that missing piece of myself
that has slipped through my fingers
like sands through the hourglass
I wander in dreams, in a place I have never known
where something calls to me from the empty streets
this is an endless need and your touch is the remedy
there is a strange beauty
in the way the streetlights cast their long shadows
this place feels like home
but I am still lost here, a stranger in my own skin
dawn slowly bleeds rivers across the morning sky
holding the night at arm’s length
pushing it further and further away
I awaken in a place where the sheets are cold
the pillows damp with tears
and in my heart I still ache, I still feel the endless need
the longing, to search for you
for that piece of myself, that fragment of my soul
that part of me I cannot live without
that one piece that completes me
I feel its absence and the weight of it crushes me
overcome with sorrow, I am content to simply exist
still carrying the burden of endless searching
dawn rises slowly, overwhelming the darkness
the constant yearning consumes me
and in my heart I know, that without each other
we both are forever lost
© Ann Bagnall