iMiss.
Such a useless feeling.
My neck is tight and the hands I want to relax me are not here.
To relax me there.
Let it go.

It's gone.

I'm glad I miss you. It's a consciously experienced and magickally delicious feeling. Meaning only: I've allowed connection. I've fostered connection. You have allowed and fostered as well. I see it alert awake like the only candle somewhere forgotten that nobody blew out, bic lighter flicking transisting on the ceiling while we both finally sleep.

I can see how you need to be loved and wonder why anyone wouldn't want to do only exactly that and nothing more anymore again. On your lips.

No tomorrow. Forever tonite.

Not tomorrow, not next week, not in three months, can we look lock eyes and blowback one smokey breath and communicate stories and souls. silently frightened of this intensity. Not when we see each other again (painful promise). Only now. We do all of this. I promise. But no other time, okay?
Only now.

Now, alone feeling something. Something pulling my chest scrunching my nose snagging my pink upper lip.

I create realities. I manifest entities. But what use is all that if I can not make that fucking cell phone ring with your digital voice on my other end saying only three words "I"
neither hello nor goodbye "miss"
only whatever comes to mind and takes very little time and let's me know I was alright dangerously imagining today sweet leatherbound "you".

The painful part don't make me dance anymore.

Give me a feeling I want to move.

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