SoulTears

I didn't see you today.
I was expecting to see you,
hoping to see you
wishing to see you
waiting to see you.

this is, perhaps, how the verge of sorrow feels
just like you absence
just like the uncertainty.





and I whisper into my silent mind
the question I dread;
and I repeat again and again,
wishing a negation was the answer...
I ask the forbidden question,
the one that makes this fear tangible:
have I lost you?