The words for longing. Are few and far between. Leaking from a splintered heart. Tumbling from a shattered soul. Bits of verbiage. Metaphors of loss. Fashioned from wet clay. And the ticking. Of watches in thread bare pockets. And meals eaten alone.
The words for longing. Litter journal pages. Quaint descriptions of bleak romance. Penned on off-white sheets. Small disappointments. White hot embers. Growing cold in spider-webbed corners. And other recesses. Moist with decay. And wasted years.
The words for longing. Are like no other words. Images of love and lust. Beckon from beyond the grave. Hopes never abandoned. Dreams never forsaken. Staring across a no man's land. Of sweet imagination. And bitter memory. And arms forever empty.
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