• “What’s wrong?” whispered the heart.
    “Calm down little organ. You can make do with some absence.”

    “I don’t hear him,” the ears abruptly start.
    “Shush, both of you. For now just get used to the silence.”

    “I miss them,” the fingers whined.
    “Settle down my loves, his hands won’t visit anytime soon.”

    “I don’t see him,” their voices combined.
    “For now my eyes, look at the sight of this beautiful moon.”

    “When’s our cue?” said the butterflies.
    “Not today, please stop fluttering inside” I calmly said.

    “When will you see him?” the thoughts arise.
    “Shouldn’t you be thinking of something else instead?”

    “I don’t smell his cologne,” my lungs expressed.
    “There are other kinds of good smells out there, like this candle.”

    “I don’t feel him,” my skin sounded depressed.
    “Darling, I’m sure another day or even a week you can handle.”

    “I want a kiss,” my lips desired.
    “You’ll get one eventually, but for now you must trust me.”

    “Can I have a hug?” My body grew tired.
    “I’ll wrap you with blankets so you can feel warm and comfy.”

    “I can’t beat the same,” the heart spoke again.
    “I’m sure it’s nothing an undisturbed nap cannot cure.”

    “But you need him,” the soul whispered then.
    I answered “…I know, but for now you must learn to endure.”