Longing looks like watered eyes, above a wavering smile.
Longing feels like the heart being pulled every which way,
Without eyes to see.
It sounds like the remnant tones of a lover’s voice
Only heard in memory.
Longing even sounds like a shout into the void.
I know longing looks like the depth of uncharted waters,
But sometimes feels like the first stroke into them.
The longing, like water, with danger not always seen.
Longing can feel like the body pulled just beneath its surface,
To places never been.
Longing, sounds like Sirens luring you further below,
Or acts as screaming lungs aching for strength to pull through.
But if it is the latter,
Longing feels like the long awaited gasp for air,
Its taste crisp with relief.
Longing becomes an embrace,
And direction for your misplaced heart.