Accented

In loneliness,
her thoughts keep me adrift,
on a sea of my longing for her touch,
I float,
endlessly,
far away from her realm,
by the ocean,
next to those rocks,
and rusting iron and concrete,
in time,
in a trance,
in longings,
lust,
in shambles,
broken,
in pain,
stilness

Oh well THat's attitude.
Who Else But Me

æ~~~~ mY mAiLs FoR hEr ~~~~æ

☺☻☺۩ ۞ ۞۩☺☻☺

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Waves lash against the shore of the eye,

over flow,

drop, called a tear,

of absence, from my arms,

of my wife,

my soul mate, my freedom,

my smile,my life,

reduced to static,

the distance, not much, but gravely far,

some 2700 seconds,

but seem like a lifetime,

and i live, ruled by it,

await her arrival,

each day,

each time she turns homeward,i cry,

seperated, by choice,

choices of someone else,

for others,

we await,

our union,

when i shall try to wake up,

find her resting her head on my heart,

asleep like a new born,

and i shall lay there,

watching her,

clinging to me,

like a mother and a child,

i await,

for her arrival.