In Separation

When did you leave?

It must’ve been 3:00 am, couldn’t feel you next to me, couldn’t hear you breathe

Anymore. I’m alone in my empty room,

Cold and empty like a tomb.

Rip off the sheets,

And hit the streets,

Before the sound of morning doves,

To find the One my heart loves.

These menacing streets don’t know desolation.

These beggars on the curb don’t know destitution. 

I search for you!

What is this place without you?

Wept into delirium, and now my mouth is parched sand. 

I reach out my empty hand.

Your voice--

                   (no one says my name like you do)

                                                                           I alone perceive.

Only the empty can receive.

I will tell them that I found you and that there at the foot of all that ended,

At the altar of the brokenhearted.

Now I can’t tear myself from you. I’ll lose you if I look away.

But they won't listen. They can’t understand. How could they?

They weren’t there. I stood there when the sky split and the earth parted.

But where were you? You all ran, left him, and departed.

His gaze holds me.

When it's your soul I see.

When my hand (no longer empty)

 holds your pain. 

I hear him say my name.

                                                            You are here. You never left.