the sun rises, i sink again; into my lucid remembrances; of words spoken; your voice, its forever speaker, of loving; mornings, days, nights; of dread; for you aren't within my grasp; i yearn, profusely long for you; in meadows of lush greens; the day awaits me, needing; chores and menial abilities, made lightly, focused on you; touches through rigorous climbs; the distance; the length of hours; until i see you and hear you; your voice filled with love; of kindness, bleeding 'eart; i get up and reach out, into the rays of sunlight, peeking, seeping into my abode of empty; missing you; loving you, voices fading into nothing, outside. good morning! #sun #love #missing #longing #yqbaba
