Soul's wait

My soul wriggles and wails in grief
originating from depth of my chest
in that gaping hole between my ribs
nothing there, where you once lived

My soul peeps into gloomy world
through little windows below forehead
to find a big crowd without you
inhaling air devoid of your fragrance

My hands are stretched like this
for months now, since last we met
my soul is longing for your touch
to heal my hollow aching breast

Love, I call out your name here
these walls listen to it over and over
my words wither and turn yellow
before falling off as autumn leaves

As a shaved, barren tree then
I wait for the cold white winter
to pass, hibernating and calling
your name on beads of my heart

My soul is as a larve in cocon
waiting for you to come as spring
and inspire my wings to take flight
with your sight your fragrance

Till then I have the ugly darkness
of the shell of your memories
in which I live without you now
with an impatient waiting aching soul