although i am close to finding you

i somehow still feel lost.

 

i wonder

 

how will it feel when i find you?

 

will the suns rays feel like your arms

encasing my entire being?

 

will fulfillment taste like

the sweet honeysuckles from those

happy summer days?

 

will my lips open so widely

with a smile so wild

that my lips chap from the humid air?

will my imagination

light up like fireworks reflected

on the mirror of our best memories?

 

my heart, my mind, my body

they long for you in a way so inexplicably strained

the vines grow out of my ears

weaving my mouth shut

creating a prison of my own thoughts.

 

only you can cut me loose.

 

only you

can make me whole again.

 

-the absence of yourself is an ugly void