Where Am I To Go?

Where am I to go 
after shaking off the rain 
left by the storm 
of your passing? 

I cannot see the sun.

The sudden wind 
of your departure 
swept away 
the part of me 
that used to shine,

left a hole in my life, 
a hole that denies 
passage to another world, 
a hole yearning to be filled 
with your smile, 
covered by your caress, 
explored to its depth 
by your now-wandering tongue, 
a hole connecting us 
even in your absence.