The empty, aching
yearns have returned. I’ve learned. I’m
past treading old paths.
OR
The lonely, aching
Yearnings are returning. I’m/
past treading old paths.
The empty, aching
yearns have returned. I’ve learned. I’m
past treading old paths.
My soul is yearning/
to be returning/
to grounding/
and earth-connecting.
Feeling guilt
is not a passion,
nor is it in fashion
to feel jealousy
toward or about me.
None of those feelings
come from my revealing
my nearly out-of-control
yearnings of heart and soul.
Instead, you should be
swept away by a tsunami
of tenderness
brought by words’ caress.
When one you hold dear
holds you near,
there should be no resistance
simply because of distance.
Nor uncertainty or doubt
because we’re not immediately about.
But because our souls collide,
we can decide
to relish what’s inside.