Your unknown to me, in this battle we call life
I have never heard your voice
Yet I know it exists, amidst the toils of my day
It is the longings to see you that console me
The prose doesn’t flow like it use to
I found myself in the midst of the journey
You’re still there, I sense your spirit
A memory or a prophecy of you comforts me
Comfort in the bitter agony of longing
I sketch obsolete objects, write poems at
Photograph nature, drink spring water
Yet I am alone waiting for you to appear
I want you to revive me, empower me
Confliction set in because you can save me
You can save me…
And when I meet you, you have the possibility
To destroy me, in the battle of life.
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