I start at the sound of each car passing
on midnight streets outside;
hoping it’s you,
knowing it isn’t.
Dreams fade with your warmth
as reality slowly intrudes:
it would be enough
to fall into your arms
and know I’d wake there, too.
I am only real
when you are near,
but you never stay
and the grey morning is close
and mine alone.
Ryan Stone
I like it from the very beginning, how you drive your feelings near to the reader… how you surprise from line to line…
This is so intensely vulnerable, I feel that the words are conceived by tears of longing .
You describe longing so well. Whether it is sleep or daydream, there is always that tugging shape within, aching to be filled by that certain someone, that does not stay to complete the puzzle.
I believe this is a universal feeling that we’ve all had, and your words describe this feeling of emptiness and longing for someone who will never return, but we hope for until we don’t
This is so good Ryan. Your words of longing for that special someone are so beautiful.
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