Saturday, July 23, 2016

Maybe you'll wonder about me;
     if my laughter sings the same way,
     if I can still pull you tight inside,
if I changed my style
    or who I sleep beside. 
Maybe I'm in a place 
     where you can't reach me
     physically or mentally.
I'm a dream from the past, 
feelings that ask to come back, 
     like the fire in our eyes 
that makes the cold easier to face. 
But it was always me holding you;
      your back to my embrace, 
always my ear to your chest 
      listening inside,
making sure you were alright,
fighting your anxiety instead of mine,
      so I had to leave 
& you have to wonder. 

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