Your absence
haunts me like
a restless spirit
eager for a host.

It latches onto me like hooks
that grip at the deepest parts of me
and I can't help but to wonder
how often I will have to suffer
the heavy burden of craving
to be your primary point of interest.

Someone once told me,
"the greatest gift that
a woman can give a man
is her undivided attention.
When no one else
is even capable of
catching her eye;
that's real magic."

My grandfather was a wise man.
I didn't know it then,
but I now feel the weight
that those words carry;
as not only something
to look for in life,
but as a warning
to look out for it,
too.

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— © think twice