On his absence

I open my eyes to the morning
It's a day without you a day of mourning...
Why is the mindscape steadily fogging
Why is this absence consuming absorbing...
Tossing up things here and there.
Blurred my vision, my thoughts bizzare,
I stretch out my hand
And there you are.
Like every time...
Just a step afar
I open my eyes again
Waging the streaking sun,
Stretching out and grasping empty air
Thoughts of him, Nothing else and none.
I give up fighting the sun pouring in
I give myself a shake, the day has begun
Mundane tasks, my focus i shun
Staring, searching  the far horizon
Rings again that question
Who is he?
The question is unanswered
and forever will be
The mystery is exciting -
just for me?