Dancing With a Ghost—For Rasheed

It’s the faint emptiness
Gnawing at the back 
Of the inside of my chest
It’s compressed and compact
But it doesn’t feel like an attack
Just the lack of a hug
A grasp a grip 
A tug on a rope that has gone slack
The truth seeps in slowly
Stealing my want to smile
Sorrow sapping strength
Single thoughts like wrecking balls
Crashing through my walls
To leave me revealed and raw
Weak and reaching for a cause
But it’s lost
I'm lost
In an internal storm
The rain escaping through my eyes
When I see your face
Your voice turns to thunder in my dreams
And im paralyzed under silent screams
I’m spinning round and round in my grief 
Twisting deeper and deeper into a wound 
A wound that’s not there
Like a bruise on something intangible
I don't know what it means yet
I'm still trying 
To figure out what it feels like
Absence.