Dear Manji:

Dear Manji, how long have I not seen you?
Has it been so long that you don’t recall?
I long for you touch, those bloody hands,
To keep me warm and catch me when I fall.
The stars at night cry for your body,
The trees have whispered for your soul,
The rivers have told me they miss you,
The birds sing of something you stole,
It is my heart Manji, you have it now,
But I can’t find you, so my heart is lost,
So when I see you again, I will take you,
Dear Manji, I long for our paths to cross…

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This poem, I try to display her mind going haywire as both hunger, desperation and lonelyness strike deeper into her thoughts. And I try to add effect as the words and the stanza formations slowly grow simpler and out of tone.