Wednesday, 1 December 2021

longing

I've spent eons perfecting caricatures of your imperfections
To highlight every flaw in the most beautiful way
And yet here I stand empty-handed in this barren land
A desolate place my soul agreed to stay 

Through fissures and cracks I find your soul
Winding through the spaces of existence between a galaxy or two
Because how else do I explain to our earthly folk 
That I am in love with the ghost of you 


To long for someone who I haven't met


-S




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