Sta.sh
I call to you in Autumn colors—
in naked trees,
which creak and groan
under weights of solemn sky.
Hear me…
Feel me…
Longing swells like appetite:
insatiable and aching;
breastbones creak atop pining hearts,
which pulse in lonely torment.
Eyes become searchlights,
wild hearts a detector…
while minds observe the
sweeping of memories beneath curled leaves:
perfect for concealing,
forgetting.
but far from forgotten is the feeling—
the reality:
I burrow beneath crinkled leaves
and hope
to be
found.
With every lungful of solitude
I breathe,
With every exhale of painful dependency,
I slowly
curl
inwards,
like precious leaves of dejection
and Autumn.
My truth is but transparent and fleeting:
I need you.
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