This Space For You

This Space for You... Darling, my darling, how I long to see you so, Such a long week of papers, pencils and meetings galore, Prepare yourself for such a surprise as you surmise an unseen row, Thusly have I, justly I espy this space for you rose petals and a sweetness which lies for you tersely in store, A love seat owned which contains no love, A meal for two but one undone this gustatory banquet an unaccompanied contamination, The tenebrous night a pauper's precarious glove, An untimely immersion the dawn's perversion hope's demise this unmitigated annihilation, No skies for this fledging, a floundering fish without a sea, A body with no heart, a gaze devoid of a glance, A rhythm with no dancer, a toll with no fee, Flavors bereft of any taste, a trust flailing askance, My ring for no finger, the path that never ends, Even a sound of silence unspoken, toiling bells that do not ring, A card for no Valentine, words of adoration equivocate and descend, This heartbeat lacking a beat, the stinger without a sting, My gold with no luster, a ruby with no shine, closeness yet never being close, A cheer for no victory, the desire lacking passion, This vapid illusion broken by your repudiation an asphyxiation my final rose, This space for you a tender touch I never knew the gift returned bleeding my soul to her an inconsequential reaction. My frail fragility falling before my frivolous failure, Void this emptiness spaces yet lie sown these trivial ties, A baneful blessing the babe inside upon sorrow's deeps I the sailor, Underhanded by life's whim still remaining this space for you my harrowed brow words untrue despondency your treacherous disguise.