Tears are a deluge to paper,

As grief beats from inside and out,

These fathoms of ache,

Waves that reach far beyond my father ache,

Yet opens it bare.

I am wide open and vulnerable,

Naked before this grief.

You break me open, a heavy weight,

Sinking deep within, cracking my skin,

Crushing my heart, and beating against me,

In an ache that wounds so deeply

That I am weakened and cannot breathe.

I hungered to you and craved to know

The relief of skin over muscle

And warmth of touch as I moved

Into the gravity of you,

With a desire beyond intimacy.

My whole being sang in your cloud.

As your energy called to me over and again.

I ran to meet it, but pulled back,

For you are elsewhere,

Established as one in another.

The grief of you consumes me,

A torture of hope that knows the lie.

You are a journey of too many steps,

A wall at its end,

That in my weakness and lack,

I cannot take or climb.

In this knowledge I have crumbled,

A useless miasma of pain

That flows through as grief, a river of emotion,

Pulling me away from you to a place

Far distant, where I hope for healing

Yet the wound remains.