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you
not the flower but
the bee kissing
rosebuds, making
living things
bloom

you
no sunrise on
mountains but
the sun
herself, every
flame burning fierce
sploding gainst
the sky

you
not an ocean but
a stream softly
babbling
and rescuing
us,
the lonely
the lost

you
not forever
but tragically
temporary
and every
moment
you are here
i will be
what i am -
the pollen,
the planets,
the wanderer,
the poet -
dedicated to
loving
you
Close your eyes
Count to ten
Take a breath
Find a pen
Write it out
Let it loose
Don't get lost
In these woods
For one day
You might get stuck
Way too far
In the muck
i miss you
there's nothing poetic about it
at all
about and to a lot of people
fingertips caress
the empty space beside me
searching your warm skin
My heart is at war with my mind
About what's wrong and what's right
When there really is no black and white
If silence speaks louder than words,
Why was I not heard?

— The End —