My dear, when you’re not with me
my insides turn out.
I rage with envy of the past
wishing to have made it better,
but that time has passed.
I search for you in the clouds,
even when the sky is clear and blue.
And in the fields, between the stalks
you’re still not seen.
I am saddened even when you’re not in my dreams.
I should be fine without you, but the more I
grow comfortable, the more I grow into you.
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