waiting for you to board
though ten minutes has passed
since I felt the warm volcanic impression
of your
presence in my
heart.
In the absence of your present
i feel
you
more.
You're so far east.
each morning i wake up
with the hopes of getting a glimpse
hoping that somehow
we'll
connect.
In your absence I feel you more.
In your silence I hear.
I sit down at evening times
and
put pen to paper
hoping that somehow the ink will become eternal to my
arteries
leading you
astray
to the center of my being...
my heart
but I know words can only do as much as filter these sour wounds
but the future remains a blur
as I sit at the departure lounge.
-CEM ft BTC
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