Compassion to the point of fear, To the point of wondering if this is How it feels to be held, seen, understood Completely, wondering if this is love

Written for the daily prompt. Airports suck.

something I just wrote today. It's inspired by a mitski song "geyser."

Longing sunk into memory, Love gnashing, thrashing, at bone:

A late-entry for the Fall prompt.

A warning spoken in silence, A scream written in stone

Lies passed as truth, Painted in fact's aspects, painted such so no one could know

When feelings become habits

Lies passed as truth, Played on repeat Again, again, until They sounded unrecognizable

The future dreamed, Unseen, unrequited,