You’re exactly how I wanted you
Right here, right in the moment
and yet I’m suddenly not satisfied
You’re perfection personified
and yet I’m sat here feeling lost.
The feeling I felt when you weren’t here
when I was longing for you to come home
for you to crave me the way I craved you.
I’m empty, numb and yet I have everything.
What went wrong?
The vicious circle of wanting
what you can’t have has bitten.
A yearning to go alfresco in the monsoon
The saliva from the haze above punches an exterior Descending, the aroma, a drizzly, sodden fragrance
A childlike moment
A sense of freedom
An abandonment of rationalisation
A rapid crash as the particles disperse wildly around.