waiting

My hands cannot reach out for you
You were not able to invade my space
My arms are empty
Without you to rest in themI am more emptier than I have ever been before
I had so much love for you
Before you even became real
Nothing was even formed
Yet I know my arms were yours
To rest in
To sleep in
To play with
To be strong in
This pair of empty arms
Cry out for you to be in them
A painful loss it has been
Holding out empty arms
That wish you home on Instinct


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