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Feb 2013
The clouds are getting closer
With every breath
I take.
And stepping outside,
Brings a fear
I can't fake.
I started walking
Down the
Old gravel
Path,
Headed to
The place where
We would share
A laugh.
I sit, to think;
You come across
My mind.
Summer's come
To pass...
The clouds are getting closer
With every breath,
I take.
You've gone
Back home,
Some distance
Away.
Not having you here,
Is tearing me down
To the
Bone.
At least
I know
Down this old gravel path,
We would lay
And watch the stars
Enveloped into
An illuminate bath.
As I lay here alone
And reminisce
With your presence
Gone
And
Distant.
You left behind,
A sense of
Dissonance.
With no one to call
My own,
I will be waiting for you when
Summer
Rolls around.
All alone.
As for now,
I'm staying
Home-bound.
For my love,
Has finally
Gone
Away.
I will make sure to
Stand
By
You,
Day-to-day.
I'll stay and
Wait.
For However long
It will take.
The clouds are getting closer,
With every breath I take.
And stepping outside brings a fear I can't fake.
Chelsea Hopkins
Written by
Chelsea Hopkins  Dayton, Ohio
(Dayton, Ohio)   
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