42 Hours

absence makes the heart grow fonder,
is that what this is -
growing pains?
my breath laborious,
my skin weak.
my eyes shake an REM sleep,
from that time I almost was
and you woke me from my dream
to start again.

skin quivers
body trembles
for your touch.
two days only
and it's more than enough,
i cannot see you
i will not call you
i wait for you
to not do the same.

absence makes the heart grow fonder,
that's what this is -
pangs of longing,
aches of loss (that is not lost)
waiting for you to succumb,
how much longer?