close your eyes,
think of me.
when does
the missing
go away?
My musings.........my thoughts.........my self
what poems do
is tell about
you.
the you
who writes.
the you
who reads.
like it or not
we see
who you are.
like it
or not.
summer swelter is
heavy on the leaves, almost
as if raindrops fell.
Your name is Love.
my Love,
don't die before me.
that's selfish, I know.
but I don't want to miss you
before I go.
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I can feel you breathe
from far away.
It's all I need
to know you are
with me.