Separation Anxiety

Cloudy overcast.

Raindrops and street lights has paved the road a glittery gold.
And I slip, turn and skid out. My treasure is home to you.

Only you.

It’s been a full week, 4 planes… frequent flights to the coast.
Only your voice keeps my sanity in check.
You can’t imagine what it’s like to anticipate your embrace.
I’ve been dreaming about this and that I can’t wait.

Only you.

This drive is taking so long…
And it’s trouble for you every second I wait.
Looked at your picture 3 times, such a beautiful smile…
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
I guess what they say all the time is true.

Only you. Only you.

Faint light glint between the clouds.
Tapping on the window pane stay in sync with the twinkling stars.
The rain competes with the smoothness of the radio.
I listen to soft jazz thinking of you.

Only you.

Out of a full week, 4 restless nights…frequent checks for missed calls.
Your voice makes my heart race.
Anticipation of your arrival gives me butterflies.
Stories are made of this and I can’t wait.

Only you.

This weekend is so long…
Flipping through an album makes me long for you more.
Those cheeks, that nose, your handsome smile…
Absence make the heart grow fonder.
I guess what they say is true.

Only you. Only you.

*This is a collaborative poem that was written by a friend an I*

I Cry

Sometimes when I’m alone I cry

Cause I am on my own

The tears I cry are bitter and warm

They flow with life but take no form

I cry because my heart is torn

I find it difficult to carry on

If I had an ear to confide in

I would cry among my treasured friend

But who do you know that stops that long

To help another carry on

The world moves fast

And it would rather pass by

Than to stop and see what makes one cry

So painfully and sad

And sometimes…

I cry

And no one cares about why

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I Cry is one of my favorite poems by the late Tupac Shakur.

Excerpt: Sweet Dreams

An excerpt from Sweet Dreams:

slumber, let the idle thoughts slip gently

as my words kiss your forehead gently

enter to your dreams and exit reality

being this blissfully high is an abnormality

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There are many people that I have had the pleasure of knowing that possess some creative genius. Art is a perfect way to channel emotions and to store memories. This snippet is from a talented friend of mine. Every once in a while we will create a collaborative poem. That is, taking turns adding lines and practicing our craft. This poem is formally untitled, but I thought that “Sweet Dreams” was an appropriate fit.

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