where are you?
like dew on grass,
you were a constant.

where are you?
like west setting sun,
you were a certainty.

where are you?
hiding?leaving?left?
come and fill me?

again-
i am but a canvas;
for you to paint.

i didn't want you;
now you're gone
how cliched

though you refuse,
i force,
i beg.

fuck this shit.
i can't write,
anymore.

save me.