A Boy’s First Parting

No teardrops run now from my eyes
Nor from my lips break anguished cries.
Your absence brings no searing pain;
I search for agony in vain.

How then does parting cut my soul
And leave me feeling less than whole?
What dark angel haunts my sleep,
While, awake, I cannot weep?

No hurt my features will confess,
Nor sorrow openly express,
Yet is my heart an empty place,
When I may not behold your face.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig (written long ago)