Poem: Desire

this desire
to meet you

killing me
I am anxious
every moment
your thoughts
your memories
your presence
your absence
making me
mad, mad, mad
waiting to meet you
it's my love for you
that's crying
singing this song
it's a death before death
a life without life
living with this desire
to meet 'you'

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