Words of Not-So-Much Wisdom

Hello?

I regret
to direct.
that I need the detection of you.
Something to give me notification
fearing the substrate of this sensation
and animosity of cold,lonesome, death.
Today is October,
in my head June's not over
and your lies are six months behind.
Take the drink from my hand
Take the screams from my lips.
I need honest sense that I'm not alone.
You're three feet away but ten galaxies over,
my thoughts can't fly quite fast enough
So, therein states that I am hurt to inform
I hate this feeling, the abandonment.
Put your arms around me, for thirty seconds if only.
Satisfaction for the next few hours more.
Then I start to think again.
Then I start to ponder and when,
....
your chair,
stares at me,
...empty.

posted by PomLindsay @ 3:19 PM