Why these memories? Repeat, rehash.

And that longing to be close, next.
Plantation, re-visitation.

How did I even get attached in the first place? Myztery.
Those relationships. Passion-bound & feverishly intense.
Outed of control, pitted.
Budding from the process of peeling, digging & inquiring.
By-product: known, shown.
An inadvertent exposure to one's humanity, stories.
But the brilliance, real, deal.
Attached is fascination. Intrigued are hands. Reaching out.
Final personhood, shared. Pearls, spilled.
And the night is suddenly filled with sunshine and insomnia.
Allowance of feelings.
Intrusion: wind, dreams, fantasy.
Looking forward, to the reunion. The sight:
I want. Waiting. Panting.
An unfulfilled desire. Of the beating heart.
Wishing. That I be missed too.
Loved2, wanted.
Sadness, welling. Contemplation.
Is this love? Or infatuation?
This obsession. Absorption. Channeling of my soul.
Future, suture, torture.
That time matters not. Reality, colored.
And anticipation of that email.
From you.
Subject + object. Collect.
Content contained.
Junk file, checked.
Just pondering, in pond.
Please draw closer, closure.
So I can be.
Newly, yours.