His absence begs me to go
His disinterest tells me so
His eyes I long to know
Feels like I already though 
His existence set me aglow
His silence so loud I woke
His sorrow so heavy he broke
His darkness so thick I choke
Our souls twisted together like oak
I am doing my best to climb up 
His words like incantations evoke 
For who these pages I devote
Into these rhymes which are wrote
My love for him is the most 

© Delia Ross. 2019

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