is real,
and uncomfortable.
Like beautiful
stilettos
that are just
a tiny bit
too tight…
At some point
bittersweet
shifts to
unbearable
and one has
to broker some
release,
or at least
temporary respite.
And while the
prudent or
more together
individuals
among us
would advocate
for temperance,
perhaps even
counsel
restraint, or
at the very least,
quiet, modest
suffering,
I have no such
qualms
and howl
lustily as
I contemplate
the dire situation
constituted
by your
distinct yet
unfortunate
absence,
knowing full well
that
the heart wants exactly,
what
the heart
wants:
you.
~Lu
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