Breathless

February 10th, 2021

My love

I can't wait to hold you again.

My days overseas seem to be loitering

is as if the continents that divide us were different dimensions

and the relativity of time became my obscure imprisonment

Every morning, after we end the call

I feel like my world starts to collapse with the touch of a button

as if the atmosphere was filled with intrusive thoughts

toxic ideas, notions of a forsaken love

I feel like I am gasping for air

but no one is around to save me

barely clinging for dear life

yelling in despaired in the middle of nowhere

A few souls told me that you are just a guy

that I should not let your absence consume me

But what am I to do

if your love vanishes their pessimism

How can I refuse

when your voice makes malign taste sweet like honey

who am I

if I am not to be yours

They say that I’ve lost my wits over “a” you

Dare me to not follow you

Not to seek your presences

But what is of love if its poison doesn’t drive you mad

perpetually yours

Ibis