on the verge
i am missing the poetry
that is you and me.
the push and pull,
that certain ebb and flow;
the ever repeating
cycle of knowing,
but first discovering.
we have fallen into a state of comfort
and knowledge.
nothing of negativity.
but i believe we still
look onward to that journey
to findings.
the silence is a bit much
to bare right now.
perhaps when we are
once again laying in each other's embrace,
then that silence would be
the beacon of peace for us.
but when the miles and miles
of ever-expanding world between us exists...
i want it to be buried in the cold ground.
at this time,
i have no more
words left to say.
