A.

Sometimes my heart breaks just at the thought of you

Other times I feel like you could heal my world

Make it good and right

I think perspective is strange

That I should feel you

As though you were right here next to me

Talking, and laughing, and smiling.

Part of me wants you to be there

And the other part knows it cannot be

I have begun to dream of you

Of dancing and performing with you

Of you taking my hand

And rubbing soft circles in to my tingling skin.

And I am always thinking of you

When the smallest thing reminds me

Of something you’ve said

Or done.

Some call it love, others call it folly

But all I know for sure is that whatever it is

It breathes inside me as though alive

And its oxygen is you.

The End

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