Tu Me Manques

you are missing from me
clawing at empty space
where our memories should be.

you are missing from me—
like a mute mother tongue,
unread story, unexplored territory.

you are missing from me.
now things are mapless,
contextless, compassless.

aching and sick with it,
bitter and sinking in it,
swimming in the thick of it

where olive branches turn to ash
and a phantom limb steers the ship
with no dry land in sight.