Your absence is as painful as this drought.

I try to listen for your voice in the wind.

All it carries is my undying love for you.

A spider spins a web in an abandoned house.

And I sit here,

Devising a plan to bring you back.

Without you,

My space is empty.

Gravity is nonexistent.

I look for you,

Like a dope fiend looks for his dealer.

Without your drug,

My senses are distorted.

If love was a disease,

Then consider this a plague.

For it has taken everyone.

The crows have taken their bodies.

And I sit here,

Waiting for you.