Pangs

There are times when I miss you
The other half of my heart still beating
in front of me
The smell of your breath
Like warm milk
The stubborn cowlick that shows
when your hair is freshly cut

But missing and loneliness are separate entities
I am less lonely now than when you would lay next to me
I would reach out a hand
And you would move away
The gulf between us yawning
The bridge I felt I failed to build

I know there was no one else
It would have been easier if there were
A scaffold upon which to erect rage
A clean break
But I still love you
Part of me always clinging to lost hope

To traverse that well worn path again
Simply wouldn't work
I am not the same
Even if you are
The dust wouldn't settle
And neither will I