Lost

I need him
Like I need music, like I need song, like I need movement every day so that I don't turn to stone.
I need him
His kiss to breathe, his lips to know, an addiction in my blood.
I need his hand to hold, his touch to lead, his voice to calm my soul.
But he isn't here.
And there is no promise that makes his moon able to touch my sun --
Leaving me waiting, crusting, cresting
Unable to breathe, unable to move, unable to see.