Diaspora of Us

I'm missing you
maybe it's because of your words or worse
You told me how you'd hold my hand
in places I am afraid to set forth to

I am trying to be at peace with myself
Your silence is continuously crushing my bones
In the middle of these seas keeping us apart
I could only sing a song out of tune

I miss your voice, your interest
—your enthusiasm I felt in our every phone call
Before, your inhale excites me
Your breath made me believe I am worthy

Undoubtedly, I will miss our victories
But now, YOU won the game of love
Leaving without closure, cornering me good in this dark abyss
Wondering how to escape these traps in my way

I could only want to die and weep in the meantime
This, too, will pass

You shall follow your passion on the winning streak
Exploring with music, smoke, cracked nails, sweat and heat
In the journey forward— where your feet wanted to brake

Perhaps someday, I could find myself a way out
In this maze you put me in
Without a guide but the sole purpose of my release
—I am anticipating my exile