I miss him already

When i think of him
so far away
and i close my eyes
there comes to mind
an image

of a book
in a room void of life
and the wind
turns the pages
as it wails

its agony
sings in tune
with the fluttering of
the empty pages

yes
when i think of him
so far away
and have not even begun
to miss him yet

my heart is the wind
that turns the pages
of my life
empty except
for its silence