No connection, three months passed by
Days, nights, no time didn't I cry
Yearning for your warmth, lips and hands
Seeing you here, but couldn't touch
Every corner, you're all I see
Sitting, eating, watching TV
Bathroom, where we both brush our teeth
On my bed, where we used to sleep
Now, it's a ghost, haunting me
Brings me to the deep, I've ne'r been
Tears won't stop, until you are here
This heart of mine is ‘bout to cleave
We may've no talk, but strings still linked
Heart to heart, they are firmly chained
You mayb' in the world, hard to reach
Wher'ver ‘tis, I'll find you, promise
Now, it's a ghost, haunting me Brings me to the deep, I've ne'r been Tears won't stop, until you are here This heart of mine is ‘bout to cleave. imagination leading the reader to truths. tony
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Loved this poem: No connection, three months passed by Days, nights, no time didn't I cry. “No time didn’t I cry”. The double negative makes it exquisite