Tuesday, December 25, 2012

The Ache

The Ache
By Laura Harrison

I witness such as ache, an abyss,
I can't dismiss, I'd be remiss
To ignore
That I long to see your smile.

But I'm not sure,
As I endure,
If you really are the solution to this disillusion.

The confusion arises when my eyes glaze over,
When my mind hazes over,
My mind slips
The moment

It's true that I long to be loved,
And its true that
I love you,
But what I'm aching for,
May be nothing more
Than the suchness I am missing,
When getting lost in reminiscing
I dismiss
The very moment in which I live.

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