Craving
By Kenneth R. Cabrieto
          The shining crack of light under my door
          Only proves that I'm still up and thinking of you.
          Just simply stating it's another sleepless night.
          I'm not aiming to score your sympathy.
          I don't know why I still do this to myself.
          You already put me in my place.

          Ora,

          It's been a long time since I've seen you
          But I still feel the connection
          Your heart could never acknowledge.
          Furthermore,
          The mental high I encounter
          Whenever I think of you
          Still haunts me
          Like a drug additction I refuse to kick.
          You may have told me to go away
          But as it stands -
          No amount of steps
          Can cure this craving.

          -April 30th, 2004