I'm rereading all I wrote, trying to find myself back in missing lines of pressed words
I'm trying to find all that you haven't touched, all fragments of me that have you missing
Because over years and years of living off longing, off effort and daydream
I no longer recognize myself empty of love for you
And all I've come to miss or miss missing has your name on it
Has it waltzing through delusional paragraphs, playing hide and seek from line to line
Has it seated by my every letter, awaiting to be brought back to life

All things I've begged to remain have left me
The faintest of warmths languished within, starved of effort, of purpose, and expired
I have become a void that can...