The world is background noise,
a loading screen of my longing,
yearning for you to send more sweetness.
aching for the warmth of your words,
pinned to my sheets,
by the sound of your voice,
examining each syllable you spoke,
as I fell asleep on the phone,
a luscious lullaby,
that followed me into my fanciful dreams.
Our ghost duet,
speaking affection into the air,
watching it float and fly away,
hoping it will find the right path,
haunting each other with our hunger,
our destinies dance,
surrounding the sun,
as they burn up,
with a dream of each other’s arms,
and the same sublime, sorrowful story.
I am yours,
and you are mine.