Counting Days
with furious determination
i count the days
until i see you again…
lover, confidant and friend
we are split peas that come together
to make soup
you are the tither to land
that my arctic heart grasped onto
we are miles away
but the journey is worth it to me
to be near your face
just to feel the air when you breathe
floating in milk
skiing on honey
and coasting on the ease of ecstasy
we stand on the defiant banks
of divine, exuberant destiny
Love always, Esha ❤
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