Heavy a Heart

I am aware of my hands
and how they tap
dance across these keys

These rushing winds that swirl
'round my body, whipping
me into ecstacy, and pulling
me from my thoughts
We move slowly in time through this
fast paced city in which we wait
for buses that hardly arrive, we wait
for food we could make
ourselves, we wait
for each other

I wait, like a good man does
staring, alert, into a computer screen
hoping that each chime brings your presence
My stomach tells me I am hungry
I wait, like a hungry man does

There is distance, in which I can taste you
I feel your soft skin from 10,000 miles away
I am at home. Our bed is made.

I am aware of my hands
and how they tap
dance across these keys





I love you, my dear.


Yeah, whatever. It's been about a month since I posted something, so why not have this melancholic piece of work be the return post? Right? right. good answer.


Thanks for reading!