There are days, like today,
and yesterday,
and a few days ago,
that I miss you;
the power of your words,
your eyes, your warmth, and soul.
And I wonder how you continue to captivate me.
And my lips feel chained to your heart and it’s heavy.
And I wish, more than anything, that everything went right
then, maybe, my head would still be on your chest and my lips on your finger tips.
Instead, I float to space where it’s cold and quiet.
My eyes and my hands are damp,
and I feel far, far away,
from my soul.
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