"A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song." -Maya Angelou

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Choppy Constance

Being apart gives me the constant sensation
That something is stuck on the tip of my tongue
Like there’s something I’ve forgotten to say
Or an important story left untold

It’s like losing my keys or even forgetting
An important meeting I meant to attend,
That clenching in the pit of my stomach,
Shoulders tense to remind me that

You aren’t here to talk to me, and
To make me feel at ease in life,
Showing me all that I want is right here.

I can only sigh, attempt, fail to relax,
Because the dull pain I always feel
Is the lack of you, and that, alone.

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