Pine in the wilderness

A shared perspective
One whispered in the bylines
Why would I not pine?

Without you I starve
I ration your every word
To balance lean days

For what use is bread?
The angels cannot bring me
The portion I need

I have been grounded
Save your high tricks, I know it
No tests are needed

Even if I fly
What use are wings with you gone?
So I stay right here

And what of this earth?
Why would I put on the crown
You cannot buy love

So skip the worship
I never understood it
I am too stubborn

Can we reframe this?
These threads so often repeat
Still you are not here

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