Pieces

There is no bridge____________ nor causeway between
your absence ____________and my desire. It is
a heavy log to carry ____________whose weight will plunge it
down my mental chasm, ____________to undefined depths of insanity,
from where anguish ____________does not rise to be heard,
but muted by ____________a thick air of uncertainty
where love like a flame ____________ can only glow faintly.
There is no reminder, ____________nor signal, nor smoke
that can rise ____________to advertise my longing
or traces of it in ____________burnt ashes or embers
for you to look upon, ____________the monsoon rains drenched them,
pushing them onto our gap, ____________crashing down on sharp surfaces
to break up _________________________like pieces of myself.