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May 2011
Days have gone by enough
that you aren't real anymore.
You are anything and everything
I imagine, but with me.

I can't think you
into my embrace
it's been too long
but I try, oh god...
Do I...

I could, I had,
in sleepy fits
thought of
your presence and
been sweetly surprised
by your warm press.

Sleepy fits that elude me now,
that sting my eyes and
wish for your kisses to take away
the pointless drops
and with them my desperation.

I am desperate, I admit;
for the beginning,
for the end.
For anything that isn't me
alone in this house,
waiting for something
wonderful to take me out
of this middle
and the hurt it means to me.

Sleepy fits teasing me with sheets
and blankets that know.
And their knowing is cruel
because I want more than anything
to be pressed close to you, warm,
and fulfilled for the first time
because you don't have to go.

I want the end,
the end of being lonely.

And the beginning of being with you.
A- 2/3/7/5 and 7/9/7/5/3

3rd capo

3/pluck
LACS
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