EbbI know what my heart is likeSince your love diedIt is like a hollow ledgeHolding a little poolLeft there by the tideA little tepid poolDrying inward from the edge.

Love is Not AllLove is not all it is not meat nor drinkNor slumber nor a roof against the rain Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and sink and rise and sink again Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath Nor clean the blood nor set the fractured bone Yet many a man is making friends with death Even as I speak for lack of love alone. It well may be that in a difficult hour Pinned down by pain and moaning for release Or nagged by want past resolutions power I might be driven to sell your love for peace Or trade the memory of this night for food. It well may be. I do not think I would.

Sometimes loneliness makes the loudest noise.

After all my erstwhile dear my no longer cherished Need we say it was not love just because it perished

What lips my lips have kissed and where and whyI have forgotten and what arms have lainUnder my head till morning but the rainIs full of ghosts tonight that tap and sighUpon the glass and listen for replyAnd in my heart there stirs a quiet painFor unremembered lads that not againWill turn to me at midnight with a cry.Thus in the winter stands the lonely treeNor knows what birds have vanished one by oneYet knows its boughs more silent than beforeI cannot say what loves have come and goneI only know that summer sang in meA little while that in me sings no more.

They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same but I dont think its possible for you to miss me as much as Im missing you right now