Because You Are No Longer Here

because you are no longer here,
i try to summon words, phrases
that you spilled over the wanting tides of my life.

because i can no longer see you,
i search for you in places where you are unlikely to be found:
under a vase,
in an urn,
sitting on a pot of daisies.

because my sentiments are no longer yours,
i creep in twilight
again scared of desertion,
again, with hands tied and eyes wary.

because you are no longer here,
i bask in the illusion
in the scent
in the wonder of pure wanting,
like a zealot,
flying, burning towards the eye of god.