The day continues,
yet, you remain lingering
in the quiet corners of my mind—
like sunlight that remains
long after the clouds have rained…

I drink my coffee slowly,  
as if extending time and thinking may be,
it will somehow pull you nearer,
but the minutes only
slip through my fingers.

If distance had a taste,
it would be bittersweet,
and I think I would drink it anyway my love,
just to keep you warm on my lips <3

I cannot sleep without finding you,
and when I find you,
in my dreams…
I search in the dream
for evidence that it is real—
your voice, your hand,
the way you look at me.
Then relief washes over me,
and I am certain
you have returned for good this time.

But then,morning is cruel.
I wake to only the impression of you
in the pillow,
and the absence of your heartbeat
in the silence!!

And So I just wish..
I wish it so much that
To drift forever in those dreams
Where my head is in that shoulder of yours
Where you are always and
you just never leave..
and My love for you..
never has to wake <3

Shoulder pain; scrolling feeds of
nothingness on androids, before sleep,

wasting lucky days off writing sloppy
poetry.

Perhaps I'm simply
concealing unfinished products?

Elbows folding in on
themselves, neck retreating into chest.

Anticipation of excitement.

Something new from suddenly worn out provocations with muscle all their own.

All I know is haste will leave my brain.
All I know is that I'm likely to forget things,

or search wrongly for ungodly, rudimental possessions.

I won’t forget, apart from everything
I must remember not to.

What a beautiful day it would be.
When we are called up yonder.  
Where pain, sorrow and hardship.
Will no longer ware us down.
A day of great rejoicing, this will be.
As with the angels we shall dance.