Longing

 

Every step is a little closer to you.

Yet also a step away from you.

How is it possible to feel that way?

 

Separated by oceans and continents,

My heart runs to you every night and every day.

I close my eyes and I can remember you smile.

I hold on a figment of my imagination to get close to you.

Yet an imaginative soul like smoke - disappears.

So once again I open my eyes, I see you not there.

I wake with the words on the tip of my tongue – I miss you.

 

How madness drives me to a lonesome place.

Drifting from yesterday, to today, to tomorrow,

Those words hang within me, never letting go.

Roaming the city is a scent left behind from you.

Every corner, every turn, is a shadow figure of you.

Curling along the walls you touch,

I found you – only to find myself dreaming of you.

 

Can love be as such?
Despite all the wisdom I have learnt from my painful past?

Despite the affections I have fought to conceal?

I no longer know what is real.

I only know my feelings are true - my only navigators into the abyss.

 

No cliques spoken.

Not even the three words.

Would it be a mood for love -

A chance for our love to blossom?

Or would it be in mood for love -

Like the couple in the film?

 

Distance between you and I are defined by kilometres.

The time between you and I are defined by the constellations.

But the gravity between us remains undefined.

 

-The End-

 

BW