Gnawing, throbbing

a feeling

likened to

wasting away, lanquishing

while sanity

harangues, pokes and prods.

Illuminating the facade

of disorder

disquieting

discontent…

Realizing

that, it, you…

Your aura,

your

presence is of consequence.

Longing for

but,

unlike

a drug, addiction or affliction

You are

the

prescription

for that which

ails

me.

The absence of you.

The loquaciousness

of barren echoes

spewed from

my heart

shatters the still

as I’ve had my fill

of

Unconditional surrender.