Your Absence
Your absence is as painful as this drought.
I try to listen for your voice in the wind.
All it carries is my undying love for you.
A spider spins a web in an abandoned house.
And I sit here,
Devising a plan to bring you back.
Without you,
My space is empty.
Gravity is nonexistent.
I look for you,
Like a dope fiend looks for his dealer.
Without your drug,
My se...
Wednesday 31st August 2016 1:24 am
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