Everything I Don't Have
What I feel most of all is the lack of your skin,
Where your fingertips should be, where your lips have been.
The only sound I hear is the thoughts in my head,
My broken heart-beat mingled with all the things that you've said.
What I miss is the rhythm of our breath at night,
Rising and falling with our hearts pressed together so tight.
The worst of my pain is this numbness I feel,
This empty spark in my eye, this broken heart that won't heal.
And everything which I don't have is everything that I need.
It is for my whole heart and soul, and for yours, that I plead.