The empty ache of loneliness
A
hollow emptiness
A
desperate want
For
their caress
To
fill the void
Left
by invisibility
Butterflies
flutter
When
you meet their gaze
Knees
weaken, just for a second
As
they brush past
Then
light-headedness
When
you smell their scent
Then
later
In
the quiet of the night
The
empty void of want
Loins
aching for them
Then
hollow emptiness
The
constant companion
The
loneliness
Of
unrequited love
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