I miss you!
How can that be?
You have no face, no name
How is it I miss your touch, your embrace?
There is a chasm, a nameless void
Brought forth into existence for you.
Somedays it closes
Others it disappears behind a dense fog of turmoil.
At times it almost seems to take life
Shapeshifts into the mouth of a wolf, on the hunt
With every intention of swallowing me whole.
Somedays I am curious about what lies at the bottom.
Others I fear that a bottom doesn’t even exist!
Why is the chasm here, I don’t know
But it tempts me to let go and dive.
It is darkness and uncertainty
It is pain,
and possibly death
Who are you?
You have no face or name
Yet your nonexistence torments me.
Why is it I want to cry out for you?
I can almost name you
But I can’t
or could I be wrong?