That which hurts the most is not your absence
‘Tis rather the opposite: your essence
Shining brightly, oh brighter than ever,
Just in my reach and were I to extend
My arm I feel I could touch with my hand…
But be damned this curse that I may never
Feel the soft warmth of your skin on my flesh!
Please let me be overcome by the fresh
Torrent of emotion flowing in me;
It is settled, no matter the reason
I’ll not battle this lovely enemy,
I long for the sweetness of your poison.