Longing to lay my head on your pillow.
To lie under the nights starry sky, with you at my side.
To retire our masks and allow vulnerability to engulf us.
A fishing hook.
Is all that is left our our relationship.
I cut the cord long ago, you're unable to reel me in anymore.
All the remains is your rusted hook anchored in my heart.
An infectious wound, in need of healing. In need of Love.
You are everything I don't want.
But you are still the one I call out to.
The yearning of memories past.
