Stillness screams at me,
I want to cry out
like a child lost,
but I am a dissident
in a cold world
of repressed emotions~
This hotel room mocks me,
these miles away from you
might as well be
light-years~
I've never called
any woman my
soul mate, because
until I met you
my heart was
resolutely opposed
to such belief, and
you changed that~
Until I return to you
all basic comforts are
cursory, and
counting the minutes;
is my pass-time.
My only necessity,
is to hear your voice
nightly on the phone;
it is my drug
to ease the pain
of missing you
and no,
hugging a pillow
is not the same,
even if I do
put your picture on it.
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