Yearning
Waking up at 3am
Yearning a touch
Soft and kind and oh so right
Still dark
Dark obsidian dust
Sparkling in the dark
Feels like a dream
But remembers
The hands held
His scent
Faintly lingering
In the smoke of
Burning cigarettes
How decadently
Oh so sweet
That Post song
Still playing
In my head
Both singing the words
Everything
Oh so natural
It wasn't just
A spark
It was more
It was
The warm cozy fire
Burning over the logs
I knew I was
Finally home
At last
Copyright © Shimokini The Abendrot Poet | Year Posted 2020
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