the thought,
to be without,
pierces
through my soul.
time with you:
endless,
yet fleeting still.
Always.
challenging
what was known
before
comes easy.
empty
no more, I’m
blithe again.
darkness
no longer dims
my fire;
yet, remains
still, the thought.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 1:16 AM UTC
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