Missing

If missing you were a contagion
It would spread like wildfire
It would eat flesh off  bones
and lay waste to humans, animals and crops
It would ride upon satellite to distant  universes
and flail against all things
beautiful
intelligent and
creative
It would find life and demolish it
The planets would weep for their loss

If missing you were an epidemic
It would watch from
the insanitorium
eyes dimmed with gloom and
puffed with tears
cues that it is trapped
but never gone.
It would cry out in solitude
as it found itself the last known survivor
to infect
Knowing that all life had been taken
with rapid misfortune

And if missing you were my plight
I think I would give in
and let it lock me tight
in it's death