Quietly Itchin’ For My Love

Gloomy to the damn core.
Am I missing him?
Do I miss musing him?
Or am I afraid to rock on
By my damn self?

On most days he was
THE sunshine.
Naturally I needed him.
He was the air that inflated
My cute lil’ femininity.

Oblivious to him,
His sun rays have wrestled
With my dark mood today.
His distant energy is winning.

Meanwhile, my thoughts
Meander like bare feet,
Kissing and not kissing wet sand…
Will he get through?
Will I get through –
To me?

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