Tuesday, January 27, 2015

I reach for your hand,
knowing full well
it isn't there.

Just one of those nights
that I need you more
than others.

But maybe
when I drift off
into the land of dreams
I will come
face to face
with you.

And we will smile.
Our hearts
will
intertwine
by their rhythmic beating
and once again
we will
be
one.


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