WHAT GOES ON

How does your time flow

when I'm not around?

What goes on?

Are your days truly spent

or is time simply passing

until we speak again?

How far away are you

when you're gone

and do you wish heartily

handily, horribly

for the time to be gone

so we can continue?

Do you miss me

when I'm gone?

Do you hurt?

Is this emptiness, then

reciprocal?