Mist

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The grey clouds a mirror of my mood
The cold mist falling echoing the feeling in my soul
A hollow aching for what I know I am missing.
You are mine but, yet, not
Feeling like I am trapped within a glass case...
So close but, unable to feel your life-giving touch
Catching only glimpses of what life could be.
Needing to be lost in your arms...
To feel your heart beating against my chest.
I cannot breathe without you...
My soul sits curled in a hopeless ball...
Hugging our tether so tightly, I worry it shall snap from the strain.
I, however, can not bear to pull her away
She seems so fragile...

I fear she would shatter from the pain.

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