there is this sickness without a cure.

i am too much, there is too much of me -

there is too much in me. i am overwhelmed

by my own presence, my presence
accompanied by his absence -

but he is almost always here. oh dear,

maybe i am spoiled now. i could take days before

even weeks. maybe a month or two even.

i knew, sort of, i always knew, that there was -

there IS this bond, paths twisted, tangled,
stronger than physical companies.

but now i want, i want and i am wanting still.

i seriously want to be with him.

there is seriously no backbone in me.