at this present day in time-
Should have no bearing
on what we are (were) supposed to be.
But alas!
Turning back the hands of time
has proved to be no simple feat.
As each day inches, creeps, drags along,
My thoughts invariably trace
Back to you.
Swimming in a sea of confusion-
My mind a disheveled mess-
I am at a loss without you.
This love lingers,
gives my naive self a false sense of hope
For that which my heart longs.
In body, in mind, in spirit-
I Need You.
Come back, my love.
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