A Pattern of ____

Severance brings a chill, and a hunger that cannot be filled.
and silence is felt even in the presence of noise, for our ears listen only for that which will not be heard: a voice familiar now phantom-like.

I do not want ___. I do not, and yet, I ache to think of not having ___.
For the not having must be so complete, so total.

and in the end, it's the pattern that lingers, and chills the most.