There are words

I lack

I see you and the image burns

if there is a 1000

suffice they don’t

A life lives

an eternity in every second


as if I blinked

yet Every time

i think of thee

& you are not there

I wonder

Why is it that when we want each other

we are more than

a blink

in the universe

Like humans

I imagine



. all the love doesn’t matter. I have thee not. Neither here nor now.

. then why insist perforate

the fabric that you insist

be yours?

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