while with the flu
When are my musings about you going to come to an end? When will my longing for you be fulfilled? You have no idea how much this bothers me. Share your thoughts by composing a poem about it.
I feel the hot & cold,
the body aches,
the way I can’t breathe through my nose - lying
in my bed & again,
I want you to hold me.
I want your presence
more than the medicine
I’ve taken to make the day
better, the many times I’ve blown my nose.
I can’t help but ache for you,
to hear your laughter,
to sit in silence together
but without the distance
betweeen us.
© Julia Putzke

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