we are dependent
on the ones
that seem
too far away
to grasp
the ones
that distance
or time
or other souls
have snatched
from us
our love for them
is like honey
rich and sugary
yet the taster
doesn't seem to relish
its sweetness
anymore
we await
the day
they recognize
that our honey
is woven with theirs
and that
we need them
we linger
anticipate
day dream
prepare
hallucinate
and wait
for that day
but we might
have to wait
forever
