Forgetfulness

I miss you never rolled off my tongue, 
But you have become my every poem.
Of everything gone,
You somehow still sleep inside of me, 
I close my eyes and still call you my home,
Even if it is lost.
I still have dreams of you holding my hand 
against your chest, 
Your heart beating against me, 
Even in my forgetfulness, 
You continue to stay. 
I try to call you a mistake. 
That's what everyone says. 
Head over heart. 
But yours is the only face I see,
When the world's walls come 
crashing in on me. 
No hands reaching in.
This is not a heartbreak.
Yet, you are the kind of sadness 
that never really goes away. 
No, this is not a heartbreak. 
But something in my heart forever remains empty.