Azura, where are you? It's been
two weeks since your soul didn't
skip around in the dusty corners
of the cafe.
It's been two weeks since
our first real exchange of
barren and lonely words.
It's usually you ranting away
while I doze off to the sound
of your voice.
I need to hear you utter
syllables with the stutter
your lips dance with when
your heart beats faster.
I need to see the edges
of your lips reaching towards
the skies.
Please.
