Sunday, November 22, 2015

Don't Be Late

I have endured your absence,
like cliffs endure the waves that crash into them,
repeatedly, relentlessly.
My days all have a long, dark shadow cast upon them,
and my nights smell like pillows stained with the tears of longing.
The ghost of your absence haunts my dreams, my home, my life.

I walk daily the unyielding acres of desire,
overwhelmed to discover your boundless pull,
upon my waiting heart.

Here.
You're not here.
So I'm not here.

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