Missed

     I miss you in the night
I miss you in the darkness that envelopes me while I lie in my bed, eyelids peeled back, wide.

     I miss you in the shadow creeping up my spine, every crack in my wall
I built inside my head,
 shrouded by it all.

     I miss you when I feel the sun rays
pierce my skin in the summer days,
and I feel like an insect,
searing with pain, gifted to me
through the lens of a magnifying glass.
Under a spotlight,
invisible and deprived.
      The shape of you, torn from my chest. Arms devoid of your presence,
heart of emptiness.

     In the dustiness of the Halls upstairs,
Memories take the place of the paper draped upon their walls.

     Picture frames
manufactured into clocks,
photos of you in every one,
Still the seconds, minutes,
the days and years
ticking...
      tick..
           tick...
                tock...