Missing a Beat

In moments of silence

I feel my heart aching

Resonating 

Pulsating 

Pain 

Starved for connection 

The deep loneliness 

Of a single plucked flower 

Cripples 

Me 

Yanking me to my knees 

In agony 

My being 

Yearning for a true hand to hold my heart 

Grasping

Thin

Air 

Your eyes are brown

Just 

Brown  

Like mine 

There lies emptiness

Lackluster 

Buried 

Pennies 

How did we get here?

Depth

Tar 

Pit 

From where we were 

Up on that mountain with the flowers of love 

Now on grounded reality 

I’m hurting 

You’re ignoring 

Where do we go from here?

Abandoned

Desert 

Island 

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