Lost in the deep
forrest
I find
myself
missing
you
when the wine
sinks in
fills all my hollows full
swishing
around
the sighing
distance
between
when we were one
and then
not
all
at
once
the longing leaves
as memory
truffles
nuzzled and unearthed
unrelenting
unwelcome
urge up
on this hallowed ground
this space
rife
with an ancient ache
like damp moss
squish slick
fully
saturated
I watch
on the surface
As
regrets
bead
and
hope
rolls
away
NaPoWriMo Day 4
#wabisabipoetry
#100daysforLionel
Good. Rather dark for you.
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