Being in this place
without you seemed forever:
it’s like being imprisoned inside
an empty bottle of champagne and
thrown at the sea, allowing it to dance
with the strong waves
of boredom and loneliness and misery.

Being in this place
is like not kissing you,
being unable to hug your warm body
and being too blind not to see your smile
and too deaf not to hear your deep voice
approach the sensitive parts of my ear.

Being in this place
makes me admit that I love you
more than I thought I do;
admit that I have this crazy,
solid attachment to you;
admit that you have taken a part of me
and without your presence,
everything keeps on fumbling down
into somewhere
I don’t want to be in.

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