By Caspar McLeod 7/2/19. llustration by – Emily Cork I swear I still feel you, Your presence. I turn, hoping to at long last see you, Only to be confronted by your absence. I promise it’s true, Your voice It’s haunting me and it’s stalking me, I can’t ignore it, as if I have no choice. Your warmth is there, Heating me from the inside, And yet when I look for physicality, There’s no heat source in sight. Evidently, I still can’t let you go, Your silence scares me so I fill it with your noise, It’s like we both can’t say goodbye, Holding onto each other in the void.