Shapes, Lines and You

Shapes,

There in my head,
Are shapes of different sizes,
Spinning round and round,
Dancing about the borders of my brain,
Changing forms one after the other,

I can see,
Squares changing into Triangles,
Circles breaking into semi circles,
Triangles turning into Stars,
All for a sole purpose; Just to build,
A shape to be likened to yours.

Lines,

There within my mind,
Are parallel lines of primary colors,
Running straight at wherever you're last seen,
There are also little lines taking a curve at every angle,
Where your footmarks are in the soft earth,

I can hear,
The sound of tired lines panting heavily,
As they break apart,
Run out of breath and go off course,
All of these;
The aftermath of pursuing your heart season after season,

You,

In your absence,
The air has become a thick coating of dust,
As respiration goes on and on,
The dust and dirt make up a mountain,

My lungs get clogged as leaves clog our drains in the fall,
My heart begins to contract as it thumps wildly and loudly,
My lungs become so heavy as a heavy-laden cart,
That it begins to descend slowly to my abdomen,

All things fall out and come about; All because of the absence of your presence.

Daniel Israel
6th-02-2022
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