A poet once wrote,
“I miss you like the sun misses the flower”
Nothing more sincere and meaningful have I wrote about or read,
or felt,
in all the world to describe my longing for you
I miss you
Your smile,
such a diversion from a crude temperate world
Your hands,
consequential and compelling,
yet amiable and affectionate
I do ache for you
And your lips,
how I miss those most of all,
tasting me in ways only you can
How I desire to be touched by you!
Your breath is nothing more than a fading memory residing within a dream,
as the body affords silken readiness,
sadly for none other than myself
I wish to see that twinkle in your eye,
as you become aware of solidarity,
you and I
To not have a care in the world,
when grounded,
your arms around me,
granting the sweetest of dreams
Is it possible to ever be there again?
I miss you
It’s dark and lonely here,
It’s not favorable to be so alone,
cold,
left to tend myself
I search for kind eyes,
yet none are found in a murky sea of shadows
You are the light in this darkened blacked-out world
Or,
perhaps principles aren’t adjusted to where needed
though in comparison,
it simply isn’t you
If honesty is indeed the policy,
then why is the road not yet traveled,
to remain untraveled,
and will forever be
-Why is it not known
-How is it not known
-Why are hearts shielded
Is there no obligation to let go and fight for love
Why is it you’re not fighting for me,
am I not worth it
The duty of dominion is rightfully yours
-Why
With a complicated concern,
the old cliché comes about,
as it is practiced for my circumstance;
“If you love someone,
set them free
If they return,
they were always yours
If not,
they never were
Therefore, may freedom be yours.”
Who the hell am I kidding
Free or not,
a slave I remain to an obscured love,
only warded to fortunes fool
Fairness is stolen,
as it’s rudely taken,
left in a sea of loneliness left to drift in the vast of rejected misfits
So that one bids farewell,
to which my heart will never comply
