into the depths - poetry for the few

A skyline is etched into my thoughts
i miss you
i stare out windows
hoping for your scent
deaf ears cannot feel or bleed
with an early morning and an empty voicemail
silent moments
so solid beside me
i call a name to the night
but it is morning
complete with faulty window
and heartless ticking
of moments alone
my heart throbs
realizing its use
and aches
after this marathon we've run
my thoughts are lost in this
dew clinging to my ankles
wading too deep
in such a shallow pool
a pale imitation
makes its entrance
expecting awe
i cannot pretend any longer
for i've seen the original
its mold
my life a lie before your face
my efforts in vain
before attempting you
and i yearn for it
as i do air after a breath.