I dare not ruminate on such musings with too much conviction
For fear if they permeated beyond even a taste bud
they would surely crumble, under the gentle pressure of air
Thus is the tender anguish of longing;
The resolute cramp of ‘us’ and ‘we’
A stretched out scrawling of G o o d b y e
So it might claim even a breath more to finish the term
The bittersweet taste of grapefruit and pomegranate
how the heavens never banish rain to earth the same way twofold
In the simplest form possible:
I miss you