aru-lover

I live vicariously— Seeing, hearing, truly feeling The substance of another’s heart With unsated thirst consuming A stranger’s glass of wine Upon my drunken slumber’s breaking I realize --I am empty! Story’s spirit—swiftly fleeting! My once dull ache is now a scream! Here--cast out of book illusive On the cold-hard-solid ground I lay stagnant and nostalgic Longing! For home that was never mine.