It's been quite some time,
I wonder where you are,
I wonder why you've left and gone so far
Often I feel it come; your intoxicating touch,
My heart pounds with relief, you're finally here!
Just as my hands reach for paper,
You withdraw, and I shudder with fear
Oh, you cruel beast!
Don't you know how much I need you?
To say what I feel, to feel what I feel,
To make the horizons of my life,
Devoid of strife.
I try again, after months, my pen pressing on the paper,
Nothing, nothing, nothing,
My hands reach my hair and tug,
As the words refrain from flowing.
For days and days I wait,
Thinking that if I pretend to ignore you,
You'll finally visit the venue,
That's been vacant for far too long.
Once upon a swing in the park,
I felt it again; your gentle touch caress my soul,
It was then that the evening sky got a little less dark,
And as the words appeared gleefully across the page, I felt my heart feel whole.
