I had a dream that you were finally here.
I reached out to touch your silver beard, your perfect face, the pucker of your lips that always made you look so innocent.
In those moments there was always something so vulnerable, delicate, scared, begging to be held.
But only I saw this.
You would look at me puzzled, ask why I'm smiling because you didn't get it.
You couldn't understand why I loved you. Why I wanted to stay so bad. Why even if you never asked I strongly felt you needed love.
If you'd just let me be there for you.
Though it's been months since we last spoke.
And I've cleaned my mind and my body...
In the morning, in bed with some stranger, it's YOU I think of. Floating...in and out of my thoughts. Homesick for a person that's never been mine
Longing to be the water to your roots

I liked it! good job!

Thank you

It resonates so much

Thank you

If anything, I miss intimacy... when away from the beautiful closeness that can occur between two people when they both like each other enough to share a journey to the centre of each unique circle as it's formed and consolidated over time...i encourage any creative spirit seek a like mind, like spirit, like creative and/or enlightened soul that doesn't depend on anything else outside its self and questions are of how the weather's changed or the price of gas and not concern for a home into which one is truly never fully at peace. I love the final imagery. Though, I am both water and root to my own biological and cerebral environment. I'm older, and have learned to waste little time on repetition or the unenlightened yes I understand one's need to nurture but encourage love be equal at very least for love is perfect when it works in symbiosis rather than against an inevitable tide...i found the combination of silver hair and innocence interesting in that innocence is so rarely accorded to one with such life experience I know that I can play dumb, ignorant, innocent however I am of age where none of those looks are good on my face and demeanor...at my age, such affectation would be deliberate and worthy of avoiding. My interpretation may not fit your creative view or point to writing this but I took this critique from the mind that inspired and I'm glad I happened upon this forum because for me art and lit is everything...and your write has made my cognition fire so whether you agree or otherwise, I thank you for the inspiration.

Very beautiful

Yes...