The ache.

There is this ache
That starts at the bottom of my neck
And ends at my heart.
But the pain never ceases.
I remember my head on your shoulder.
Watching your chest rise
And in perfect rhythm, fall.
And fall.
I wait for your warmth
To engulf my being again.
To hear your laughter.
And fill my heart’s hollow silence.
Oh what would I give
To watch you bury your face in my lap again.
To feel your smile reach my face.
And wish good riddance to these tears.
Hold me, from a far.
Lie with me.
Close my eyes, and put me to sleep.
And wake me up only when you’re here.




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