Somedays are odd, leaving me hungry
Like all other days
When her kiss and touch is not just missed
It leaves a void, crushing and destructive
One may say it is painful to miss someone
I proclaim it is sacrilege
For this flesh longs to be touched
And this skin wants to so
Yet it has no choice but wait
While the wait, is but a futile attempt
Of self convincing
Of false belief
She so far feels left alone
Yet she like me longs
Between us, between the reason or rhyme
Neither less than stubborn
Yet succumb to what is
What should or may be
Her , as always unsure
Me the 'what may come'
Is but a predicament of this
Some days are lost some forgotten
Some spent in bickering and annoyances
Such is how it is
Yet at the end like a smoke filled room
A hookah bar

Nothing but those last embers
As it dies out
The cold waiting to engulf
And I am just as willing
To freeze my bones
See my soul cold as steel
Like my will to amidst such defeat
Willingly for lack of choices
Neither will budge
And I never had an option to
For Mine was never a placebo
Nor was if anything but clinical
Let my scattering be
I Know nor you or me are joyous
Yet I wish you were for it would have fueled mine
Yet regardless
Lets walk
Away, a perfect jigsaw that fit
Yet ripped apart
For reasons best kept to us
And a farewell from either and both
For it is fair
And just and needed