Sometimes I hunger for pain -
it's better than feeling
e m p t y.
Floating away while desperately
trying to cling onto what's left.
Air slips through my fingers
and it smells of you
-- the musk of your past,
because I'm not ready to
leave you behind.
Yet you're soaring away
-- wings beating steadily.
And soon you'll be a
speck in the sky.
I'm forever grounded
-- you planted me,
never bothered to water me
and left me here to wither
*-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
July 2 2013