I sit here holding my phone waiting like something is about to happen. Someone is going to reach out to me- but it's not true. There is no longer - so I focus within. It's painful n I have to sit inside with places I do not want to go. Run and hide from love from pain. The river of blood tears and longing soon will subside. Time takes time, as we heal alone and wait for someone else. Always longing for that which is your arms the comfort of home. Love lingers in the memory of your touch, calming my quiver, for a moment.