sometimes the thick fog

rolls on in

it seems accompanied by

fire and lightning silence

I can’t relax

the motion won’t quit in my tension

and I and my

get that just won’t sit still are

not going to breathe easy

until I am in your aura again

i twitch I quiver I sigh I

i rant internally I

plunge outdoors I claim walkabout

I roam a windy darkened

thought-chain up to the second

that your small words arrive

and I wait for this

time with you and two little woofs

it deeply seems hours are days for this

it is I who burn

a candle in the

darkness is all I need to feel for this

until you are in my arms again