Love

Since you ask how I am: 
 
the days are shorter; 
the nights stretch out longer. 
The time drags between 
precious moments with you. 
My appetite gone, feeling empty 
and lost, concentration forgotten, 
all purpose removed and the waiting 
is agony and I’ve cried all my tears 
felt torn apart by overwhelming 
want whilst sickened with fear. 
Can’t sleep, can’t wake - 
wandering dark corridors at night 
looking for something unknown, 
unseen; searching not knowing 
what to do with myself. 
I’m up then I’m down; 
like a kite soaring then grounded 
and always that heart skips a beat 
feeling. I think it must be love. 
But yes, since you ask: 
I’m fine.