in the tall grass

I've tried to write
This poem before,
The one about
The way things are
Without you.

And sometimes words
Can make you feel things,
But I'm not sure
How to sound like emptiness.

Because your absense
Has given me so many words,
But it's also taken them away-
How I have to replace
The love in "I love you"
With "miss."

We're getting lost
In the tall grass,
Towering tree trunks
Of the past.

Sometimes I hide
Behind metaphors
Instead of saying
That I'm hurt.