‘a homesickness for a home you can never return to or never was’

Your eyes were a salve,
A soothing touch
Of ice
On skin of fire.
A blaze
Uncontrollable,
Distrust. Anger. Jealousy.
Until, I found a hearth
To call home.
A home that was the essence of you and me.
I miss:
The laughter that decorated the air,
When we were together,
The scents and smiles,
That sit within every mirror and every window pane
The reflection of subconsciousness and memories.
The sense of belonging
That only fit the two of us
The space between your hands,
Which is made to intertwine the space in mine
And now
Ravaging, destroying,
Burning.
Everything within reach.
Everything in vicinity.
Trying to burn
The longing within, the unfulfilled desire to come home,
Bound by unspoken, unseen chains
To stay exactly where I am
Away from the cromulent nature that was us.