Missing you is all I do, in faded sheets the twilight restless; an orbit's cycled memories edging towards a deep abyss where your absence emptied into longing. Another journey I'm embarking without you to carry me, though fantasy may find me shivered under blankets unforgiving of my own damned malfeasance, with your aching presence needed. The need may go unheeded but the longing will remain until that time again when your skin might touch my own. Missing you is everything; missing you is all I've known.