Backs

When you are gone, the best part of me frays
And wilts a little on the underside.
I fall into a general malaise
Hidden by the arms that I stretch wide
To try to seek to find a certain spark
In company, or in the Internet.
But nothing that I do can void the stark
Simplicity of what I can't forget:
I'm lazy, bored, unfruitful without you.
Forever wandering an inner sea,
Mapless and wild, unsure what to do
Or how to make my inner parts agree.
I am so glad whenever you come back
For you supply direction that I lack.