wait with bated breath for your return.
Each moment of existence is a yearning
incomplete, to say the least.
The best of times, the pain recedes.
Worse and worse, the never-ending need.
Unmet by touch or sound or scent.
The emptiness will not relent.
Inconstant sense is more than sacrifice.
Somehow knowing nothing can entice
a heart once filled so full with adoration.
Cells withering in constant flagellation.
The loneliness descends. Life is insane.
The isolation stunning, left unnamed.
No want, nor will, nor great desire.
Dying dreams once made of fire.
Numbness fades. Can't hide behind a mask.
It doesn't matter, all the given tasks.
For I keep sinking into shrinking thoughts of you.
The one who once could lift me up
above the aching loss of love is gone.
I'm shriveling inside as time goes on.
Waiting still, until tomorrow comes...
? Michaelette ?
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Take me home . . .