Where are you?

I gaze upon the spot where last you slept.

But you are gone.

I miss your soft caress as I try to keep ablutions under a warm harsh light.

I miss the morning greetings so softly expressed as I sip hot coffee and choke down morning sustenance that tastes of dust and straw.

I call but you do not answer. Where are you?

My eyes are salted with hot tears. My throat closes.

When last we met, I held you in my arms, your glance promised more.

Not now! There is no time! Ah how I rue that thought.

Was it your way of saying goodbye?

I miss you!

Missing bring no closure. I am caught in time between the past and futur