I am missing the kind of love

I haven’t been feeling for days!

 

The kind of love that doesn’t

speak to me in 3 AM night wakes.

 

But the kind of love that always

speaks to me in the middle of a day.

 

The kind of love that stirs inside my rib cage

Sometimes silently and sometimes wildly.

 

I am missing the kind of love

that compels pen to touch page endlessly.

 

 

 

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