The night breeze gently blowing through my window,
it is cold but I feel it not, I am numb,
knowing I should be cold, thoughts of you fill my head,
why cant I stop thinking about you.
Wondering if you are ok.
Wondering if I will every talk with you again,
so many thoughts fill my head.
I am repeating myself, I know not what I am writing,
I am not here, your face is in my head,
you beautiful smile, your beautiful eyes,
the way you turn your head ever so slightly when you look at me.
How can I not love you still?
How can I get you out of my mind?
I pour myself into my writing, I forget for a moment,
then you are back,
why does there have to be such a long distance,
why am I not rich?
Why cant I figure out a way for us to be together
and we both still be happy ....... if only, if only ........
How could we be brought together,
knowing each other in another life, then be torn apart?
What is to become of me,
the thoughts, the torment of not being able to be with you ......
Tara's theme, oh how beautiful, rings in my head; Aria
thoughts of you.
EXHALE
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2 Comments
Post a CommentI love this, Ken. And wherever she is, she is with you!
I'm not as experienced in life (as perhaps you), but darn it, this speaks to me because I've felt this too.