AVERI (PINING ON)

I have loved you beneath forlorn skies
far into the pining nights,

even to the mornings with empty gray clouds,
too filled with a mountain mist to feel anything but numb.

There is an open-field feeling to the world without you.
But not one of adventure: one of emptiness.
That wherever I go, I will only find void.
But maybe, just maybe, where I go, I will find you.