#Love #Missing #Anxiety

I will Miss…

 I will miss the loving touch,

 Of your palms on my cheeks,

 And the kisses as such,

 The teardrops’ not letting me forget you for weeks.


  I will miss the pleasure we shared,

 Not letting the pain visit,

 The life of ours, something we cared,

 And the raindrops’ plan for us to meet.


  How can I not miss the wonder on your face,

 Emerging each time looking at the gloomy heavens?

 That, for you the dazzling invitation-cards, produces,

 What about thy suspicion about my alleged Maenads.


  Ever cherish I thy hard embraces,

 The way the daylight grasps the earth as such,

 And on the breast of the sea the moon rests,

 Knows all my passion for thee including Phoebus.


  I will miss the kiss on my forehead and your warm breath,

 The star-like dazzles fashioned by thy teardrops truly,

Anger, ego, crazy laughter and all until the Archangel of Death,

 Appears taking me to the land of the dead blithely.   


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Where is the smile?

The crowd is cheering

A cacophony of noise filling the little space

the yelling



clouding my ears and thoughts


My heart pounding  and

stomach flipping

feeling the sinking feeling of

anxiety wash over

like honey on bread

creating  sticky film over my elevator pitch

What was I going to say again?

What was the order?


I step into the fake elevator

to start my pitch

I feel myself talking to quickly

I slow down

How can 90 seconds feel like eternity?

looking up briefly



for the smiling face I long to see

wanting the stress to evaporate

to disappear as quickly as it came

but the smile

can’t be seen

the stress won’t go away

for how can it, if that smiling face isn’t even there in the crowd?


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