Pining’s Quiet Prose

what to do

what to do

sitting here

I miss you

and you

and you

Longing for wind

trailing through the stars

brightly twisting

into universal truths

Brook babbling

words in a siren’s tongue

secrets uninterpreted

Patience is found

lounging along

touches of soul

condensing in song

oh, how I miss you

full contact laughter

Oh, how I miss you

sly cat-eyed banter

so I do what there is to do

which is sit here

and miss you

and you

and you

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