Closing eyes to the world.
Seeing what is wanted.
Who is wanted.
Gone-
know this.
Gone.Still the longing lingers on-
Pulling at what little strings are left in the threads of the walls.
Tossing and turning in a stupor sleep.
Wanting to see, wanting to feel, wanting to hear, wanting to heal.
Can't
Never can.
Speaking about the taboo-
Something never wanted for the wanted.
But, it has become.
Taboo
To fall in thoughts of you.
