absence is a poor substitute
for the hollow void left by passing presence
like a well worn shoe without the foot
the space collapses in on itself
and feels soaked in winsome want
while the empty Cheshire air, where once was smile
is puzzled by the grief that greets it 
no simple methodical breathing speaks –

“iamhereiamhereiamhereiamhereiamhere” 

loss does not fill space of have
while had…had is all that’s left