I miss you when you're here.
And when you're gone I cannot forget.
Yet my absence goes unseen.
There is sweetness, honey, upon each return.
Yet it fades. Away.
Drips and seeps to patch our cracks.
I should depart, only then will you insist to keep me.
Abandon first, so I am trapped.
Loyalty is not given: trust is earned, not taken.
Evaporate, absentee.
Neglect us. Stay.
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Poesy and Prose
PuisiContaining songs, dreams, poems, and prose, this is a collection of my inner-most ramblings. When I need to unwind, I write.
