An Absence

When I am happier than I am today I seem to feel your presence and your gaze But now I turn to where you sat and read To find a hole, an absence and a dread A lack of energy, a grey fatigue A feeling that my heart unholy bleeds Gives me no new vibrance nor new look I feel as dead as an old library book Alas I woke one happy day to joy Then off it rode like an unstable boy And when the doom descended then I cursed For that brief joy made my dumb dark heart feel worse If I could live like butterflies all bright I should have my days of sun and light