same again

waiting forever for nothing to come. a sponge rung dry on the bench. dormant and bitter until further use. affirm for access to wash yourself again. tell me that you miss me when you need your wounds rebound. cry into my pores and let me listen til you’re clean and good to leave. let’s play the way we’ve learnt. please let me hear your fickle words. I’ll try to care the same again.