I miss you.
And all I am breathing are thoughts.
I gasp and splutter and there is no
air. Only dense clouds of
The little droplets of anguish run
like blood - rolling and tumbling onto each other
they clot into masses of black and they
to the point of delirium.
In my lugubrious dose of morbidity
I cried with a thousand eyes.
I wander alone
in the reverberating hollow concourse
of your absence:
missing you and hating you
to the point of death.