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Untitled Writing by Gary Drinkard
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The anticipation of again beholding
your beauty
of holding you tight if
only for a short while
Makes me feel like a child
on Christmas morning
anxious, insides a flutter,
longing with sheer joy.
As I walk into the room
the very sight of you
sitting there throws my
heart into overdrive.
I want to speed up my
steps but dare not
Your first smile in my
direction after four long years
warms me all over making
a desire burn in the pit of my stomach.
My love, it's been so
long even though I think of you each day
your smile, your smell,
your sound, all remains the same.
The terrible loneliness
each night without you hurts like
someone tearing my chest
open with a sharp stone.
Knowing that you are probably
with someone else
creates an emptiness inside
me the size of a whale.
Each time I try to fill
it, it only becomes more empty
until I wonder if my entire
essence will be consumed.
At your whim I have suffered
enough pain to drive most
people insane, yet I love
you and want you still.
You are the only person
that can fill this lonely emptiness
without you I am only
a broken thing.
You play with my love
like one of the rich elite
toying with a trinket
and still I love you.
Maybe I am insane, this
sure sounds crazy as hell to me.
I will never tell you
any of this because I don't think you would care.
And seeing that you didn't
care might surely drive me over that edge.
So I tell my mother, the
moon and she listens and consoles me.
She has admiration only
for her children with no pain
Here I'll be my love,
if ever you decide to love me.
Gary Drinkard
Alabama
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