In absentia

I wrap my eyes with your image.

I close them and my eyelids filter you,

for you are not here.

My eyes fill

with emptiness

until the water flows.

I wrap my hands with your blouse;

its textures lie

for you are not within.

My hands fill

with emptiness,

a snake skin discard.

So I wrap myself around your neck

close as my favourite necklace

and kiss you goodnight

with absent lips.

Missing you.