By “Ayana Kanosis”

I reach out and touch
Only to grab air
I miss him so much
But he is not there
He resides not in the cave of sorrow
Nor can I find him by Crystal Tears
I guess our time was borrowed
Without him I am consumed with fear
I search lovingly behind the drapes
I fly out and scan the lake
I hold the bitterness like sour grapes
And wonder if he knows how my heart aches