The miles spread between us,
The empty space in the bed next to me,
Never let me go.
The ache in my heart is too strong,
I need to feel you, touch you
but the thought of you is all I can hold on to.
Memories of our time together,
Whiskey smiles and Malbec kisses,
A nostalgic smile becomes a wicked grin.
Stories of our past force their way into the present,
Forest walks and bookstore dates,
The pain of your absent touch subsides.
I see your smile in a fountainās spray,
Hear your laughter in the wind,
Read your favorite poet aloud,
Hoping you can feel it.
Sometimes I hear your voice in the wind,
A calming, soothing comfort
but when I turn my head you arenāt there.
I come home after a long day,
To an empty house, absent your presence,
Iāll answer the door,
And itās not the face Iām longing to see.
I sing to the songs we used to sing together,
Walk the same streets we used to run down,
But there is no you to sing or run with,
Not anymore.
I go through old letters, old pictures,
Desperate to see us together again,
Back where we belong, completed,
Laughing, smiling, living, loving.
Maybe you hear the wishes I whisper to the stars
Or maybe you donāt, but perhaps if you listen closely
Youāll hear my song for the stars across the distance.
I tell them about you, about us,
How the distance is worth the wait,
How Iāve never felt this loved before.
Maybe if our wishes turn into stories that the stars write,
Weāll find our way into each other again.
Iād like to think so,
The stars tell me, even for them,
A love like ours, is once in a lifetime.
Till then Iāll walk the same roads, sing the same songs,
perhaps each tune, each path is leading me back to you.
For now, all I can give is my words,
Hoping for the best,
Always fearing the worst,
Waiting for you to come back to me.
In collaboration with @september-stardustā
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how to peel an orangeĀ
i have always found it nice that citrus season is in the middle of winter.
when everything is cold, and gray, and dead,Ā
spots of sunlight fall,Ā
droppingĀ
into our hands,Ā
burstingĀ
inside our mouths.Ā
you once told me i was your sunlight.Ā
you sunk your fingers into theĀ
soft skin
that surrounded me, and you opened me,Ā
tearing your teeth through my flesh
to taste the sun dripping from inside me.
you swallowed each drop,Ā
leaving me empty.Ā
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Before long, being lost
was a stranger to my ear
then I thought of a falling leaf
from the tree, alone in the summer
hopelessly naked on the ground
Dry and dead.. I was sad
whenever hope is gone
where we put the faith turned sour
we fall to the pain of losing
itās a needle in a grass field
a stone in the mid ocean
we became unknown to ourselves
then the struggle begin
for knowing - we donāt know anymore
now being lost is our new home
Me To You | Being L O S T
Df.
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