想念

I look at you and all I see is a life, properly wasted
Filling the slots of your idleness by things that cannot fill
Your heart
In many ways we are the same
Trying to postpone my nightly appointment
With cynical thoughts
By trivial endeavors
Muffle the voices in my head with
Loud music and broken chatter

You,

What are you running away from ?

You make it sound like my
Absence was my last gesture of spite as
If it was meant to hurt you, beloved
If I relied on some sentiments of yours to
Be still dwelling like a wild Orchid, in the cold I
Would've
Fought
For you
This right here
Is not a punishment,
This is self-indulgence.