tasting your breath again
after a year of solitude
is nothing short of a miracle.
the absence is nothing but an interlude,
a pause of loneliness
before our friendship is anew.
looking in your eyes again
after a month of desolation
is nothing short of a miracle.
your gaze becomes my salvation,
sweet and luminous
with every blink, a revelation.
hearing your laugh again
after a day of destitution
is nothing short of a miracle.
music provides no solution,
incomparable to your sweet song
nothing else provides substitution
holding you
after just a second of despair
is the epitome of a miracle.
nothing could ever quite compare
to the solace your warmth gives.
to let go...i wouldn't dare.
