Another waking moment,
Residue from your tears has me feeling heavy in my chest.
Emptiness, from the pit of my stomach cannot be filled. For the emptiness isn't indicating my lack of sustenance.
Later in the day, I know the agony will only thicken.
Despite our physical distance, I feel closer to you than I did at home.
These shared emotions usually trigger and spark with your touch.
Physically, if I was there. I would be the one holding you and comforting you to go to sleep.
However, I have a feeling my sleep would lack.
Knowing how my hear is reactive,
That my soul is sensitive...
Habits of mine are strong. I am aware of my coping mechanism.
With your head resting on my chest.
I'd soak up all your unspoken stress.
The difference between now and what I wish...
Is that you've verbalize you pain to me, and I know that it would it would help you immensely.
Communication from you is its strongest when no words are spoken.
Rather, your communication becomes an art.
Right now, I'm captivated and having withdraws from the lack of your voice this current song.
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2.20.19
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A Barrier Meant To Be Broken
PoetryA journal of a young adult with a dream. This book contains poems and collected thoughts of their journey that started April 25th, 2018. At the age twenty-two they find themselves stuck between cultures, and more than two.
