“Ain’t no sunshine” he says

It’s the truth, it’s overbearingly dark

The emptiness is stark in my heart

But I continue.

The “How are you’s “ and “What you up to’s”

Replied

Again and again with sigh and sometimes lies

You’re missing from me.

Like the opposite of a plant that never moves but is breathing

I run on autopilot, I’m running on E.

I dare not say you complete me

For fear of words overdone a...