Belonging

For those who are quietly aching,
who are burning without making a scene.
Longing to be met, heard, or held.
To get a nod or wink from that benevolent glittering force that pulses even in the antimatter.
Longing to bellow a howl that sends a wild shudder through the galaxy.
I know you are trying to be brave, to fight every finger of time that’s grasping for you.
Longing for a love that will obliterate this grim reaper’s nag.

There is no quenching this longing.

Adore the person you articulated.
A screaming ember jumping into the blaze.
Mythis ashes feeding an eternal fire.