Still

wishful thinking and
many hours of longing
do little
to change my condition

still
I lay here alone
still
you’re not mine to have
still
you’re thousands of miles away
still
my arms lie empty
still
my lips burn with desire
still
the tears flow always down
still
my heart lives with you

and I
am here

alone


tara caribou | ©️2017

23 thoughts on “Still

  1. I was wondering when longing deeper than the still waters on the surface would suggest would rear its head and bleaken (if that wasn’t a word, it bloody well is now!) the pages of Raw Earth Ink. As real and as painful and as desolate as always.

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