Now that I have the time for the lady.
Desperately wanting,
And the satisfaction of being there is elusive. Staring at the skies, I just realized, does not help that much; barely, in fact.
Like the slightest breeze, and it’s a gloomy day.
15 floors up, and I can see the ocean from here and I miss that too.
I don’t miss the sun. One of the original sad men, that’s why the preference for rain.
Not the golden globe.
I am going to hold somebody in my arms soon; in about two months time.
and Solitude’s not being an easy lay;
being far is cracking me up in the most unexpected places, and I know that Solitude’s a good glue.
I also want to go home.
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