Endless string wrapped around the present longing
To go past hanging on the future
us together
separate
we cleave to each other
is there something wrong with that?
Comfort is what it is
Comfort like a pillow fresh linen crisp casing
A down quilt made like a hot bath after a long cold day
like your hand holding - make me breath
it is not what people think it is ….
it is what people make it is….
Today I feel the emptiness of something
Tears in my eyes, deep rooted sadness
Is there someone or something wrong
Askew tipped upside down and not right
I ask you - you ask me - I kiss your lips goodbye
But tonight … where will we be
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