Poem -

Sweden

Sweden

I'm estranged in a Nordic country where, hearts wrenched, there is a loneliness that I am rightfully, as tears attest, the cause of

What happened years ago, cold, is now warm, it's happening - love

Rekindled, inflamed, so stirred

I could see you on that Gothic street, walking in the dark with your phone to your ear

Your footfalls and breathing I can hear

Your sweet nothings in Swedish was clear

Four thousand miles away, still near

Close to my heart that has your name etched

Carved into it with diamonds

Branded with rubies

Coated with gold and stardust

I swear it must be visible, clear as the north star

Shimmering when I think of you

Burning bright when I long for you

Four thousand miles afar

I'm estranged in Sweden, where you are

And I'm here in distress, in want

Gravitating to various places

Special places that you haunt

Cobblestones in my chest rub and press

Thorns in my veins, fever, dysfunctionality

Hailstones in my heart, they steam

Symptoms of being in love, it's terminal

You walk Gothic streets, I'm here estranged

For I love and burn

Waiting in a lonely place where, hearts wrenched, there is a hope that you are rightfully, as tears attest, the cause of

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