The empty calls cry on.
Opening the wounds.

The threads of longing.
A sweet, bitter joy,
It tastes like.

The heart pleads on,
From not going back again
To recheck if something in your world resonates with mine.

The emptiness calls on.
It wants to check, confirm, and process all the emotions of happening once again.

The emptiness calls on.
To recheck if anything in your world resonates with mine.

But there is a personal boundary
Inside to check in and confirm,
The space for you to grow,
The space for me to grow.

The growth in space calls.
So tired of wanting something to resonate with mine.

The emptiness calls on.
The dependence lingers on,
But this time, to go away.
©shivpoetesspriya