I cast aside clasping my heart
tight and stable, yet it stoops and yearns
to hold you like a bunch of flowers.
Still, it wishes to grow and bloom
with your love and care. I'm
Caressing my past moments and
fusing them with my present sadness.
I know you won't text me again
Yet the ticking sound of my phone
makes me happy for a few seconds
before I realize that it isn't you.
I'm screaming grandiloquently
but you are not there to listen to my cry.
Mind how I listen to all your
crows and cries, without giving an appeal
Though weary and worn out
I was before you bypassed my meals,
To get a sight of you, to know your reason
for separation. Nevertheless, I can't find you.
I crave to inquire what discrete the
pneuma of veracious intimacy.
Love drags me like a hooked fish, More I compact more I mutilate myself.
Hey Tall sweetheart, I know you have
no seconds for me. No matter, have time for yourself.
© kev