Emptiness

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Title: Emptiness
By: JJ Persis


He gently kissed my thirsty lips and I tasted your soul’s sweetness.
I ran my fingers through his hair and I pressed your head upon my chest.
He kissed my sorrowful eyes and I opened them upon your acquainted stare.
I embraced his arms and I felt your softness upon my cold flesh.
Everything he did I pretended they were familiar gestures from you.
Everything he said I translated into adoring words from you.

Ask me to wait for you, and I will stand still until your return.
Ask me to never cry for you, and I will laugh until I become senseless.
Ask me to not love another, and I will kill my heart with my own hand.
Ask me to need you, and I will cry your name into the night like a chant.
I am not a needy person, but I need only to be wanted by you.
I am not an unhappy person, but I am content only when with you.

My love, the lack of your being fills my heart with emptiness.
My love, silence whispers your voice in my ears.
My love, my mind only memorizes thoughts of you.
My love, my tears cry painfully for you.

The only way to fight the pain of your absence is to endure more pain.
The only pain that will replace that of your absence is my struggle to gain.

God promised me your soul the last time he broke my heart;
Come back, my heart has been broken again and I have been promised another.
Come back…



Copyright © 2012 JJ Persis. All Rights Reserved.


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