I miss your kisses like love notes on my pillow each morning.
I'd embrace them with the open arms of my heart.
A half full vessel that has long been forgotten in the midst of your heart's desires.
That would be the problem,
that your heart in all it's longing for the world and all it has to offer
does not bemoan my lack of presence.
It does not reach for mine, but in the middle of the night.
But in the middle of the night my eyes are heavy with the days burden of missing you.
My body is sore from holding the weight of a relationship
that is two miscommunications away from breaking my back.
So I can't rise at night to feed your desires my love.
I need all the rest I can get so that I can rise early
to start my long, longing days, each day until your heart is mine
or my back is broken.
I can feel my spine grow weak and contorted as you let the moments pass us by.
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