I am worse when I think of you,
Unbidden, unannounced, unintended,
I’m writing a poem, reading a book,
Or doing nothing at all,
You’re here beside me with a smile,
A cup of coffee,
A kind word.
And I need to keep focused,
Keep writing, keep reading,
Keep nothing at all,
Because if I look at you,
You, who I miss so much I could weep blood,
There would be nothing left of me,
And me is all that’s left,
All that’s left after you left,
Trying so hard not to think of you.