Longing is a killer.


What good a heart,
if left standing at a window,
 fogging up the glass, 
as you gaze with longing,
at what you need,
but cannot have,
waiting is like being slapped, 
by realities cold fingers.

My heart hurts today,
for it knows it is loved,
and wants to embrace,
but ah! the memory,
the impulse of your face,
 it fades as I wait here, 
dreaming what will be.
Will I ever see,
with these eyes quite weary,
your gentle smile again?

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

One thought on “Longing is a killer.

  1. Waiting is like being slapped… you got that right. One has to learn to fight back.

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