Reunited In Growth
Like the buzz of cicadas,
I inhale but the air never reaches my lungs.
Dread, despair, and stress: over-run.
You kiss my lips,
like sweet poison doth taste;
arguments lie in perpetual wait.
Procrastination steals me.
A cheating hand plays the game,
I lay it on the alter.
My vision cleared with milk.
The taste of freedom haunts me,
wraps me in fine silk.
I cut the ties held by your glue;
fresh air filled me with purpose renewed.
Time froze but sped by,
incubated where it died:
til humble sighs brought a lover's kiss.
No longer afraid to say it's you I miss -
time spent apart was much needed.
Stress, dread, and despair surely abated;
but as I stand before you now,
I am not the girl you knew so well.
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