trust is something earned,
something lost,
but aching to be found and had again.
longing for this,
with you
has begun sifting to dreams
to my day to day brain.
telephones living in pockets
hold those i wish to
i miss you
all 10 characters,
yet more than one have broken through my walls,
and into this heart
just to break that and leave a soul dangling
as the tear on my cheek,
to be less bleak, ill forgive
everything
if you ask and forgive me for
for loving too much,
as this heart often does.