Why aren't you here ?

Why aren't you here ?
I've called your name
Time and again
But my echoes echo a lonely texture
A sandy desertion that lingers in my palette's tear ducts

Fingers hesitate to write about you once more
Finger's backbone puppetted by the pendulum of your absence
Swaying
From agonizing spasms to blissful memories
Fingers caress the letters on the keyboard
As if skimming the boiling syrup of your absence that lays present

Why aren't you here ?
I face the sun and coat my conscious sight with gray clouds
To find you in my blindness
The dream that cloaks itself invisible in the realm of reality

The liqueur of loneliness intoxicating the tertiary roots of thirsty taste buds
Thirsty for your presence

Why?

Why do I still miss you?

And the thought of not confirming to the power of your memory makes me
Nauseous
I am nothing
An oasis of misery

And the Connoisseurs of desolation stiffen and cramp the refinement of my pain as. I paint this
Pain in vane ...