The presence,

Like a breath of fresh air,

Pumps oxygen through my blood.

All evidence,

Like a hundred eyes, stare-

They bring waves of emotion; a flood.

The disappearance,

Like my worst nightmare,

Makes me choke on water turned mud.

The abhorrence,

Like a never-ending affair,

Refuses to relinquish its judge.

The absence,

Like an unimaginable fear,

Burns cold and harsh like an unrequited love.

All pleasantness,

Like a hudred knives, tear-

They render new memories bitter; the old, numb.