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Missing You The silence of night still resonates with the timbre of your voice, and your face still smiles behind the memory of our kiss. A fool's companion, a traitor, time guarantees only the moment's hand, as love stands waiting on the other side of the bridge. A framed picture of two, drenched in newfound love, greets my morning gaze and brings longing back to stare. I attempt to push you behind the clutter of my day,but saturated with the essence of your soul I cannot. Words singing through a telephone do not relieve missing you, but the impediment of circumstance is only a short walk. A winding river,and a distant angel waits on its bank, with a coat of many colors, as we are carried out to sea. I cannot feel your heart beating next to mine under cold covers, curl up to your form, or feel the warmth of your skin. I can sink into my dreams wrapped in love's embrace, delirious with the promise our love captured on a June night. |
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