I feel your hand squeeze mine tight,
But nothing's actually there.
Your blue eyes dance with happy light,
This distance is too hard to bear.
I long to feel your warm embrace,
Holding me tight and fast.
I'm desperate to close this giant space,
And make our precious time last.
Your absence leaves a gaping hole,
Where my happiness should be.
Why must you leave me here a drift,
Why won't you stay with me?
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
I feel your hand squeeze mine tight,
But nothing's actually there.
Your blue eyes dance with happy light,
This distance is too hard to bear.
I long to feel your warm embrace,
Holding me tight and fast.
I'm desperate to close this giant space,
And make our precious time last.
Your absence leaves a gaping hole,
Where my happiness should be.
Why must you leave me here a drift,
Why won't you stay with me?
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