I'm not particularly fond of the yearning
This craving for what made the black hole
Shrink; disappear into itself.
For what made the glassy eyes
And the whispers filled with  cries
Dry and silence.
For what made a once quivering lip
Come to a halt, and a crying girl smile.
No, I do not long for the person that did this.
Not for the one that emitted the happiness.
I
Simply,
Solely wish for the happiness itself.
The ecstatic racing in my body-
It almost made me sick.
All the fear, the sadness, the panic
Dissolved; replaced by this person's power.
I just want the feelings back.
With that said,
This poem is in slight code
Because I refuse to give you the satisfaction
Of telling you what you think you know.