for the love of whoever
is listening at this hour

there is a sickness that
I'm stricken with

It's not in cough or
runny nose,

no body aches or
pains or physicality

it is an absence of
your beauty

that keeps me up &
has me stricken since

you flooded long
drought suffered

land, with piercing
look and
outstretched hand

there is new life
forming and flowing

it's all thanks to you,
you know

I want to be bitter,
but I so desperately

want you so much
nearer

humor me. please.
let me believe that you
actually want me.