I thought I saw your face in the crowd,
Oh, how I longed to find your eyes
Searching for mine
Because my eyes, they have now forgotten how to sleep.
I thought I saw a stranger wear your smile
And I longed that you might ache for me
The way that I yearn for you.
It is no secret
even the sky, and trees-
And I am just one step from falling
A breath away from dying
Will you find me and kiss me back to life?
“Delay is a bitter tonic, but it increases the appetite.”
©The Short Black Girl, 2016.