I miss you, distance-
where's all the space?
I miss you, closeness-
and all the density.
I miss you, voice-
that sound that softly rages.
I don't let myself speak,
so I hope tightly
that someday everyone
will move back to me.
And maybe we'll be happy.
I miss you, arms-
cover me and hug me.
I miss you, beauty-
when you're far and gone.
I miss you, circles-
the ones you draw on my shoulder.
I miss you, distance.
Come back to me.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC
I miss you, distance-
where's all the space?
I miss you, closeness-
and all the density.
I miss you, voice-
that sound that softly rages.
I don't let myself speak,
so I hope tightly
that someday everyone
will move back to me.
And maybe we'll be happy.
I miss you, arms-
cover me and hug me.
I miss you, beauty-
when you're far and gone.
I miss you, circles-
the ones you draw on my shoulder.
I miss you, distance.
Come back to me.
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