BOOKED

 BOOKED

Every room of my heart is booked,
Overflowing with feelings, no vacancy to spare.
Each chamber pulses, overcommitted,
Bound to dreams that linger elsewhere.
No space remains for quiet retreat,
Yet your presence hums, a persistent beat.Proximity eludes definition, a fleeting wisp,
A dance of near and far, undefined.
Boundaries blur, their edges vague,
Soft as whispers, yet sharp as a line.
I stand at the threshold, ready to test,
To be tested, to unravel this restless quest.Again and again, my soul dials your number,
A reflex, a rhythm, a call through the haze.
Each unanswered ring echoes my yearning,
A signal lost in the static of days.
I trace the digits like a sacred code,
Hoping they’ll lead where our secrets unfold.Oh, how I long to let my eyes wander,
To drink in your essence, to cradle your light.
My senses ache to encircle your heart,
Like waves that embrace an island at night.
To wrap you in warmth, to shield and to hold,
To weave our stories in colors bold.Yet the tide of distance pulls us apart,
A silent current, unyielding, unseen.
Still, I reach for you, through the fog of my heart,
Across the vastness where our shadows convene.
Every beat, every breath, a vow to pursue,
To find the nearness that binds me to you.