Something's missing
I can sense it everyday,
in every passing minute
and in every painful second.
The feeling erupts
like a wave of nausea
like yellow bile
from the insides of my being
I try to ignore it
I want to move on
and leave it all behind
in the past where it belongs
Sometimes I wonder
through vacant nights
and sunny mornings,
If I move on,am I leaving
a part of me behind?
