I miss you like a hunger
not in a carnal, primitive way,
but in a cramps and pains
make it difficult to get out of bed sorta way
and when I finally see you,
it's not a favorite meal filling you up sort of feeling, but a
I forgot what it means
to have hungered for anything at all.
About the Creator
Reid Christmann
Filmmaker | Designer | Composer | Creator
Work in videography and editing, novice screenwriter branching out into poetry and short stories. Check out my other work at reidchristmann.com
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