one hundred-thirty two.

come out, we miss you.

after he strummed your pain with his finger
nothing else mattered to you, at all.
from every ghetto, to every city
you touched lives with the single drop of
a note from the hook of your voice
and you left us, sitting and waiting and dwelling on
that same voice from a hook that a note took and
changed lives with an education missed my miss.
you, miss. we miss. you. and we need you. to come out -
remind us how our world is moving so fast today,
how our past seems so far away - how life squeezes us
so tight, suffocating us and leaving us leaping and
yelping for a breath of your lucid vocals matched with
enthralling lyrics that tingle the senses
that have been numb and reckless for years.
you're just too good to be true and we can't take our hearts off of you.
i just want you around, that peace of mind that made mr. intentional flee -
you are just like the water ... and i've not felt this way in years ... in years.
you said you get out, please, come out - i know you've got
so much things to say after being held captive by the industry's plague.
fearful, wondrous, conquering lioness you are.

this earphone yearns for you.