Vacuum

I hate being single.
I hate every bit of it.
I yearn for the warmth of a hug.
And the softness i'd feel under my fingertips as the embrace tightens.
The soft of the bosom against my chest.
The hair that smell like fresh laundry dipped in lavender blossoms.
I miss it all.
I wish for it all.
I wish for me to never be alone..
I know i can love. I know my love is true, mad and deep.
I wonder if im ever gonna be whole again.
I wonder of this vacuum in the middle of my chest will be filled again.
I wonder if my words will ever deserve an echo...
I wonder if someone would hear my s.o.s.
And help me escape this yearning.

Adieu...

Down below the clouds cluster
Like sheep’s fleece;
As my eyes wander over the orange glow bouncing off the wingtips
While my mind wanders thinking of departures..
All the memories that I’ve left behind
and all the memories that I collect now
its like the person that I was before still remains
in more than just memory
only to be seen covered with this fabric of novel experiences
nay i don’t have a heart of stone; I bleed too,
but some things are best left unsaid, best left buried deep
with the key thrown out of this porthole
that I look through as I write this. I bid adieu.