My desire to be with you is burning through my chest
With anxiety and anticipation to see your face
I cannot keep myself focused….are you thinking of me?
It’s been days since I’ve heard your voice, why the abrupt wall?
I picture your warmth in my nest
Are you in a different place?
Or in a stump; thoughts tangled repetitively?
It’s been days since I have heard from you, why the silent stall?