Fetters

Tossing and turning,
'Til early morning.
My heart is aching,
But still not breaking,
From the absence of your words.

I write and talk,
Listen and walk.
I run, fast and strong,
Wondering if I'm wrong,
With the loss of your voice and words.

They say "absence makes the heart grow fonder."
If anything, mine gets lost and wanders.

Without your words to hold me tight,
There won't be much sleep tonight,
Because your wonderful random letters
Have wrapped cold iron fetters
Around my heart,
And that's kept me here from the start.

The End

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