• qaynaat 5w

    Today,
    I miss you so much,


    The centriole of my nose
    becomes the centre of gravity,


    And the wildly beating heart
    climbs up my left arm.


    Perchance,
    all my bones crack along their axes?!
    Perchance,
    yearning for you, my spirit abandons the body?!


    Come, come, my Love!
    I may cease to be, for Godssake!