Unsent Poem #3

by agathokakological

Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years have passed but I, I, who longs for you. I, who misses you.

I, who was once your “always” Am still here waiting for you.

There is really a void space somewhere inside me. That void space who asks for you, clings to you, Remembers you, treasures you, loves you, wants. you. Back. --There is something inside me that wants you back.

My love, my heart wants you back. My whole being wants you back, rather. What happened to you?

What happened to us? You and me, us.

My love, I long for you every single moment of my life. I long for you as if our eyes don’t meet.

I long for you as if you are far from me.

I long for you, my love.

I long for you even though you’re inches away.

Nights aren’t the same as before. Broken. Unsatisfied. Empty. Ordinary. Unhappy. Incomplete. Those are the words to describe my nights.

And I consider my days, nightmares. For it is when I see you.

My heart aches when I see you. Seeing you seemingly fine not talking to me, Seemingly fine without me.

My love, my longing doesn’t end here. I want.. no—I need you back.

I need you to mend me and make me happy, For my nights to be complete and for my days to be daydreams, Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years have passed and I still love you.