Love Poem: Tell Me

Tell Me

How should I describe this empty?
So that you may wake from this slumber
With my words, 
As some magic kiss. 
It is far more deep, and tender 
then any other wound.
You
Who had stretched tenderness,
The ability to believe,
Over my once
Inoperable fear 
Of forever.


You 
Covered me 
In a definitive reply to a puzzle 
That had never seemed to make sense.
And you
Borrowed from my well of dreams, 
In hopes to fill our bellies
With waters less dark 
And wanting.

So tell me before you go,
One last time before you go

How should I fill this empty? 
This lack of me now, 
This lack of
You?