Heated

For no commas between just hurried space

for all your breath has been misplaced

left pure panic written upon thy face

towards no start just running midrace.

Something to feel.

Hello Hole, how are you

still the same with the no reply 

just tormented time to say my goodbyes

well fuck you too.

I love, love.

I swore I knew you once, long ago, but you vacated

left behind a husk called hope, in that you just temporarily relocated

a sandy mirage to my thirst, just one hill away to be ever sated.

But an entity you are, to fly up high or caged down low, constantly underrated.

A visit for the genuine smile 

a chirp to tell of your time filled miles 

then you blink, I guess I'll see you in a while.