Truancy.

 

Your absence has become the bane of my existence, dearly missing from me, my heart has learnt of all the ways to ache. The sound of your voice... beautiful like the chimes of a million soft, melodious bells. Emotional baggage transcending into physical pain. Poetry has betrayed me, leaving my corpse afloat in a pool of emptiness. I've succumbed to the sorrow of this plight, but I pray to every God that exists, I pray heaven brings you back to me.