Elucidating Questions

The pain of a moment of the goodbye that lasts too long that is unwanted.

So tired of the games so tired of the continuation of something that could have been, but no one has called.

If I was a song I would be a comet in the sky.

If I was celestial I would be a nebula.

Reaching out into the cosmos as the need to want,

The never ending need.

Does it become a feeling? Could it ever?

If only there was an answer for this pull, this tug, this yanking feeling.

I miss you, I miss you, I missed you.

I wish I hadn’t missed you. I wish we’d been worth more to you.

I wish I was real to you.

A person, who through the force felt pushed below.

The person who dropped to the lowest low and no,

It isn’t a joke and no, I don’t know why, and yes,

I want to run away.

As far away as possible.

I want to run away.