Monday, August 1, 2011

43.

There is this thing.
It makes it hard, because I haven't gotten an update...
But every time my eyes are closed, I see your face.

And when I'm sitting on a couch, half asleep, I close my eyes
And I see your hand in mine, your shoulder to lean on.

When I lie in bed, and I close my eyes, I see you beside me,
caressing my body. It's just this thing.

Just one of those things.

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