When We Meet Again Poem by Nyx C Styx

i miss the taste of the air around you
the spots you leave vacant sound out
an empty moan
they desire you as much as i
i exchange with them sigh and sigh
as we wait for your approach
a season has passed since i have seen you
and in it time compressed its eternity
each day that passes without you
resonates the clash of the hour hand
to the assault of the minute hand
on the clock. it is too loud
they trumpet and my heart
beats with a rage to keep up
with a hope that it will outlast
the clock, before the clock
outlasts it
i made tea today
it was too sweet; like you
and burned my tongue