Result

I feel often the void
Next to me devoid
Of someone whom I miss
I have not yet found

Waiting for the fill
Crusing for eternal guilt
Sappy ideas on run
Still waiting for someone

I realized many times
That lacuna beside me
Someone to lean on
Weep and wipe and just be

Wished for your presence there
To have water around the cape
Filling the pebbles in a broken pot
That has a wound about to gape