state of honey

second time

this year, I mean,

that someone I get to taste love with

disappears while passing through personal storms

I always comprehend

maybe a little too much

leaving me to just lay down with my feelings

and core sighs

(in that moment and some cycles later)

maybe it is mine also this-somekind-of-fault

for delivering my heart in a silver platter

just by being it

touched and droven until the state of honey:

sweetly melted

it is far from me the delusive idea of needing someone close

i am all aware 

yet here in my feelings 

because these are two unique cases 

of the distance unexpected when getting the closer to the souls of each

the nearness, the different

temperatures to become

unstranged,

the sensations of the curious

voluming up and the most curious sensations to be known

with no expectations, only transparency

a place to call home sometimes

after all home is anywhere my heart and soul intertwine comfortably

(which is not exactly any where)