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Yearning is a difficult word, so laden with

Overwriting and its purple colour,
It can’t be used
For normal life.

It’s an overbearing thing,
Overused and empty of heft.

Simple is best.

My heart hurts for you.
The world is empty without you.
I need you.
I can be without you but I miss you.
I’ll hold your hair while you vomit.

It’s not about flattening language, it’s
About using it to really mean.

R 08/03/2023 21.24

On train home. This is one of 2 poems, the other written on the train into London and not publishable, for a whole variety of reasons.