Alone

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The constant noise of my mind
Circling redundantly...
Thoughts fixating on the 
absence of your arms...
Missing the calmness of your smile...
Clinging tightly to our tether...
Needing the warmth of 
your soul surrounding mine.
And your quiet, rumbling voice reassuring me,
As the strength of your arms 
enfold this cold and fragile form.
Craving the feel of your lips against mine
The breath of life to lungs 
that require your scent.
Staring longingly at the stars...
Wishing, sadly, that I could spend my nights 
looking upon you as they do. 


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