Monday, April 26, 2010

There are days

There are days when I can only think of
You.

There are days that begin with the thought of
You,

And end with the remembered
moments
places
glances
times
(so few, really).

(isn't that sad?).

And I talk to You in the dark.
In whispers that only my Soul can hear.

(isn't that sad?).

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