Wednesday, 29 November 2017

Missings hissings

Last night as I wondered
Why must my heart hurt so
is there a reason today
thoughts dripped in woe
and so I knew
is been a while
since I saw a face
watched it smile
''tis been oh so long
this aching gap
of winter's wrong
has stretched infinitely
each moment strong
not a second alone
to cast a stone
or float a boat
the wormhole pines
my time zone denies
and so I strew
just as you
bottled messages
in digital seas

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