EARWORM

 

Every time I think,

My thoughts are drawn towards you.

Every time I close my eyes,

I see you.

A splitting image.

Every photo, billboard, poster, is awash

With your glowing eyes, your glittering face.

 

Every whiff of air I breathe,

Smells like nectarine, like you.

Every time I rub my palms,

I feel the softness of your deft touch.

 

Every love song I listen to

Reminds me of you.

Every time a voice is swept towards me

I hear the whispers of your sweet melody.

 

Every time I hear a cry,

I feel you on my chest

Squeezing my ribs

As I whisper:

“Everything will be okay.”

 

Every time I use a pen

You finish all its ink.

Even when I use a pencil

You make its lead go extinct.

 

Everything within me is screaming,

Beaming, teaming.

A passion so wild and true;

Pointing me towards you.

Written by Edgard The Bard