Azura, where are you? It's been

two weeks since your soul didn't

skip around in the dusty corners

of the cafe.

It's been two weeks since

our first real exchange of

barren and lonely words.

It's usually you ranting away

while I doze off to the sound

of your voice.

I need to hear you utter

syllables with the stutter

your lips dance with when

your heart beats faster.

I need to see the edges

of your lips reaching towards

the skies.

Please.