Where?

The space that his presence should fill is now vacant, drafty, and cold.

Unwanted drifters drop in and out, vandalizing the sacred place.

Uncertainty lingers more often than most fellowshipping with self-doubt and unworthiness.

What has happened to the warmth that was just here very recently, the passion, the intensity, the sharing intimacy?

I'm confused and I'm afraid! 

I'm lost unable to stare into your gaze.

You've taken the hottest part of my flame.

Without you I have no destination, I'm traveling in the dark, blinded by the rain.