Serwaah Debrah

He Is

He is
My existence knows him
I have been waiting to have his entire being entwined with mine
I feel him.
As life drags me through monotonous routines, I escape into day dreams, I can almost, just almost, understand what he is made of, waiting to be immersed in it, with him in it with me
A place where no expression or phrase can describe the intense joy felt at our union
His face I know not, at times I am deceived into thinking I am facing him, I give out a bit of myself, but that small se

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