Old Words Long Forgotten

Words flitter though my mind
Ruminating the one I miss.
The pain
Flares within my bosom
To be stroked by the sight of him
Aware that his wish to be with me has gone.
He clouds my mind.
Pricking my ever probing eyes
With glass daggers.
Colleague, Friend
A creature whom to look up to.
Obscure assassin have stolen him
Enticing him to complete obeisance.
The battle for him is over
My rival has won.
Flooded with feeling
Lacking a scheme
I scrounge my mind for something of use.
For lost is he from me.
Wait do I
Looking for a sign.
Tension bites
My smarting muscles.
Waiting for him.
Missing him.

Originally written in 2009

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