And there it is,
this missing you is
coming on quick,
sitting upon me,
taking the breath
from my lungs.
It's hard to believe
sometimes that we're
under one moon,
on nights I feel
this way-
we are the same.
Maybe if I could
trace the curve
of your face
with my hand
you'd understand
how this pains me so.
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