Longing

Who am I?
I wouldn't know how to answer if I were asked.
What makes me me is all the pieces of everyone else.
Everyone I know and love, they make me who I am.
That's why this is so very difficult.
I'm away from you all.
Out of mind and out of sight.
Our lives are no longer intertwined..
And yet...
And yet you're still here.
You're still in this place called me.
I feel a yearning to go back because I've left most of me at home.
You, you, and you
You're all back where I belong.
My heart is with you,
My heart is you,
And it's unbearable to be without my heart.
The emptiness inside my chest does not subside.
I fill the hole moment by moment,
Taking pleasure in the newness I behold every day,
And yet it's not enough.
The relief is only temporary.
Nothing substantial enough to make me whole again.
I hear your calling but the connection is weak.
Oh how I wish to go back and see every face again.
Faces that are reflections of my own.
Faces that show my inner joy, grief, anxiety.
Faces that are me.