There are words
I lack
I see you and the image burns
if there is a 1000
suffice they don’t
A life lives
an eternity in every second
transcurs
as if I blinked
yet Every time
i think of thee
& you are not there
I wonder
Why is it that when we want each other
we are more than
a blink
in the universe
Like humans
I imagine
blackholes
.
. all the love doesn’t matter. I have thee not. Neither here nor now.
. then why insist perforate
the fabric that you insist
be yours?