Loneliness (makes the loudest noise)

...the sound of your steps,
Echoing as when you left
Mine is the dread of the misfits
Forever in awe from your theft
Without my heart, without my wits.
Had you been here for long,
I would have overcome.
But your presence was a mist...
My longing is so much greater than that!
I mourn like it was death,
But there’s no grave to go back...
No escape, no defusing,
I’m forever your prisoner.
Enticed with the dream of you
Nurtured within my soul,
Fed by me solely... and the love that I (alone) sew...