While we were gone

a half of me was missing

like grieving a child that was aborted

long long ago

a dull ache that only surfaced at quiet moments

or times of empty reality

during meaningless riskless conversations

with people whose souls were on hiatus

how I ached for that real connection

the one where skin swims together

when words have breath

and the smells of our moistness

intertwined

While we were gone

my mind replaced my flesh

my flesh replaced my heart

my heart replaced my soul

my soul left to search for you

everything out of order

nothing in it's right place

separated by time and space

meaning missing

missing meaning

when we return

we must pray together

prayers beyond religion

building a deeper trust

that neither alone can shatter

even when we are gone.