call out to me
listen for me
breathe into me
give rise to the feelings
that drift inside me
like a fog along the shoreline
without you here
it’s just a fog
directionless
it’s just an emptiness
a sigh that
never reaches my lips
without your voice so fine
to follow
i’m blinded and alone
you always could
hone my senses
and point me to home
– spiritwolf
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