empty cities

Perhaps there is some sadness; when one sleeps with a woman curled in his arms for the first time in years, there is a moment of loneliness, a half-remembered dream of what it is like to capture someone for more then a few moments.

There is nothing so painful as longing. It is the old sorrow, the ache that demands tears alongside anger, laughter amid indifference.

3 Responses to “empty cities”

  1. Elspeth Says:

    I wonder sometimes what I miss more: that which I never had, or that which was once mine, now lost …

  2. pnthrkitty Says:

    Longing is a true demon. I feel the pain and concur.

  3. Liebkraft Says:

    And what of mutual longing?

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