By
S. Gonzalez
I don't know how to love you,
often and now it reaches me to the core,
swimming against what I want,
lifting my head to breathe,
waiting to live in each breath,
yet you are not there,
a absent body,
a absent soul,
I know you exist and breathe still,
but my heart still wants it so,
as my brain relinquishes it so,
a love that is absent,
is a void in the soul.
