Hasha. Another Night

Just another night without you near me, holding me in your arms. Just another night wishing all the things that I was afraid of weren't real. Just another night spent wondering if you're dreaming of me as I dream of you. Just another night spent thinking of all the things that have been between us and still could be.

I have spent many nights alone, many nights wishing for soft arms to enfold me. Now that I have found my soft arms, I miss them when they are not near me. I miss your warmth and your comfort. I miss your voice and how you soothe my fears, my doubts, my anger. If you only knew how much I am in your thrall, how easily you could command where you simply ask. Perhaps it is because you ask that I would give so freely of myself until everything was poured out, until I was empty for want of giving you more. I don't know that I could ever give you enough, and it is only my own doubts and fears and inhibitions which keep me from that which I most desire. 

So please come and enfold me, soothe these things, remind me of what I am. Feed the fire, ease away the pain, satisfy this raging beast within me, and perhaps I will yield. Perhaps I will yield before you like frost before sunlight, or stone slowly giving way to water. Bring spring to what had become a cold and barren earth, and let the land live again. I do not want to be earth left cold and killed by the faithless lover of winter, not any longer. I want to be spring and summer once again.