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  Feb 2019 Ann
Jon York
You may not have all of me,
for all I cannot give.

But you can have the part
of me only you know
was hid.

You reached inside my
darkness and gave me back
my light.

You gave to me so easily
and held me through the
night.

You washed away the
doubts I had with every
gentle kiss.

And brought the kind of
passion I never knew I
missed.

You may not have all of me
for all of me I cannot give.

But you can have the part
of me that no one ever did.                                            Jon York   2019
Ann Feb 2019
can't

seem

to
get
rid
of
this
empty
feeling you created.
          -  maybe i shouldn't have met you.
does the emptiness ever disappear?
Ann Feb 2019
if dreams were real
like they said.

wouldn’t you
   meet me?
                                                        
under                               *    
                                   *      *     *     *      *
                                   *         the      *   *
                          *      *      *          *    *      ­

                                    *        eiffel         *     *  
                          *             *           *             *       *
                        *       *          t o w e r         *         *
                       *    *      *      *        *        *          *     *
                              *    where lovers meet.
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Ann Feb 2019
one summer morning
        I’ll see you
             again.
              
told
           another dream
                 from a
                 dream
                  itself.
Ann Feb 2019
sun setting
waves crashing.
        
a smile forming
hands grateful.
skies darkening
waves quieting
       down.
Ann Feb 2019
he reminds me
of sunshine bottled
up in a jar.

the furthest i’ve
fallen

was probably
trying to c - a - t- c- h
that bit of warmth.

when bottled up jars

once tightly shut
never opens.
"the furthest I've fallen"
Ann Feb 2019
you taught me
how to look
at things beautifully.
you've called
me beautiful
a number
of times.
&
then one
day you left
since I was no
longer y o u r
type of beautiful.
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