Love, Unrequited VIII

I wish you could be here

A lush sequence

In an otherwise fossilized mind

Departed bliss

Dystopia of what is

Apocalypse now

Played on loop

I made it, I’m here

Waiting on you

Lost in translation

I presume

I’ll wait a little longer

I was early after all

I’ll be up all night

So take your time

Just get here

I’ll play our song

To stall the silence

Free my thoughts

But for a moment

Just come before your verse

You always sang it so sweet

Keep the walls up a little longer

From crumbling down and in on me

Your voice is true love

Authentication of reaffirmation

But your silence harrows

Lingers in the air

Sticks to the sweat on my skin

I taste it on my lips

That’s what your love is