Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Day 594: distance

i have flown
so many seas away from you
expecting you to wait
patience i say
love me in the way my voice sounds like static from this place
keep a picture of my under your palms
remember the smell of me
patience beautiful
i have none of that
i want you whole
and solid
and in body
every part of me
scream out
waiting for your return
patience is nothing but a word
nothing but something i've thrown at you
in my absence
to keep you waiting

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