Missing Rib

You seem unclear, The fogged-up sky of a dewy morning. You won't be cleared, A blurred part of my vision, A cataract regrowing. A cancer eating up my soul, A well dug up hole. I know what it means to be hollow, You know how far you echo? How long must you stay there defiant in the darkness? Do you not know somewhere a glimpse of you is needed? Why do you stay there in the arms of another, Knowing I die awaiting your presence? Even trees have bended wills. Stars shine at night why have you chosen the eclipse? How long must I wait watching generations pass, Fashion changing, How long must I sit at the bus stop waiting like you're coming from the extinct? Why must you sit, careless that I am shrouded in loneliness? Deserve I no taste of your lips, No sense of your perfume, sight of your dress, No hug to to keep for evening colds? I need you now or better still my rib, For I am a log floating hollow on this downy sea.