Restless

Aching

For no reason

But for the comfort

That only you can bring

The restless hours

Waiting for you to ping

It’s not the stories

Nor the tales you tell

 

 

Not ever a sense of time

Rippling, moving, unstill

Nomadic beasts

Of untrammeled habit

A gaping yawning

Gap to fill.

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