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My Love, My Love

I am everywhere and you are not there, living in my mind. I miss hearing your voice and your graciousness in sharing a smile. These days, you are mostly away. The last few minutes sitting beside you, a remedy of joy fading away. My love, my love.

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Formed in Love

I'm on the verge of collapse as a picture forms in me, you holding my head, fingers combing through my hair, and I rest in your womb. Peacefully, the fear is gone, and everything is alright. You are the love I never had.

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A New Start

Put the romance in the sink, and everywhere is a new start. The words I wanted to tell you are all hidden in my brain, the box is closed. No new cases, no new files, all to rest.

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Fleeting Presence

I am at ease, not at peace. Moments of presence and hiding away, more I want to take. I am gone, behind a tree, and you, the idea of you and me, is gone.

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Longing for Your Presence

I'd like, I'd like, I'd like, I'd like to spend some time with you and listen to your voice, wisdom, and heart. In a moment, breathing the same air as it hasn't been for a long time.

Then the world is quiet. The earth does move. Sunrise. Sunset. My heart is longing and you are not here, nor there.

Today will be different.

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Memories in the Winter

In my drafts folder, I found a poem written about you some winter day, and I saw you in front of me as it happened in the moment; as I captured a moment for myself.

I forget these scenes; I remember when we first met in the city on the marketplace— a Saturday some years ago when I was impressed, and you were visiting your hometown, living 500 miles away. I put my thoughts in a storage locker.

We would meet again, years later, in my then hometown. I remember, I remember.

The story is happy or sad, or just happening…

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A Leap of Faith

My challenge of impossibilities is that you write me and invite me over, just for a conversation and a nice evening.

I wonder if this would be possible, as you never wrote me. I know where I can find you. You know where I am.

I'll give it a try.

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The Courage to Share

I’d like to hear your voice and opinion on something that is bothering me. We could talk about a problem of mine, and you might see something I cannot see—an angle hidden in plain sight. I trust you. I just wonder what you would say if I were brave enough to ask…

You offered; it is not impossible. But do I want you to enter my darkness? My heart and sorrows, could they be yours? I am too afraid to ask.

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Spinning in Circles

How many words more, letters and syllables? My life in a circle, turning and never getting out. A carousel with endless energy. My own prison makes me free from taking responsibility for the things I can change.

You are the excuse to myself to spin on. Slowly I will disappear fully from your life. You may not recognize it. All gone, all gone.

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Sunset Moments

You and me holding hands and watching the sun set into the ocean… The minds are bathing in the sea, a moment in time and just being you and me.

The shore, me and you.

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Seeking Joy

I’d like to see me happy again, with a smile on my face and joy and laughter in my heart. With fear in my heart there is no start, I’m locked in my own prison.

Everybody, another world, some come together, I stay apart—

"Come Again, Sweet Love Doth Now Invite," Master Dowland sang, where is the sugar and the invitation behind a laptop screen?

"Change your habits," the young couple-maker said, "change the places that didn’t work." It is said, it can be done. Somehow.

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Waiting for You

To find a way to be focused, staying in the present moment and not in dreamland, where you are existent.

My heart taking the punches I surely give in waiting and time passing, waiting for the train where you get off and come into my arms and tell me that everything is all right, joy, happiness, and ever after.

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Unspoken Miracles

As if words were more than sounds flowing in the air, creating the sense we would like to hear. Silence I can change, the set of sounds barely influences.

I am thinking about miracles these days: the biggest would be if you would invite me over, to spend some time I would appreciate.

I wonder if I ever play a role in your life that you would tell me that I am important.

And I can still join the Potomac River Sailing Association.

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Inescapable Presence

"I'm sorry," you say after earlier, when I wanted to run away and never set foot in again. Leaving, would this help? Everywhere I am you are with me, inside my heart, living in your chamber.

One, two, three thousand miles down the road and many more till the end of the world it makes no difference;

I'll find my peace someday, not today.

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Boundless Love

Your eyes open a world in me otherwise sealed and locked, blocked by mind.

Endlessly your beauty, beyond words I could express the inner sentiment.

A world big and vast without borders, the beauty in me and you.

The mind a boggler, a dancer and a thief, robbing these moments with thoughts.

Here and away, wherever you are, my heart loves.

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Dancing Hearts and Diverging Paths

My heart is dancing in joy in your company, yours near to me, a sun is shining in the rain and the snowstorm. I feel the connection, the memories of you and me. A world in peace: you and me.

Thy thoughts, thy construction of reality— there is no you and me. There is no marriage in a wooden cabin. There are moments I enjoy, then I go. You are kind, so special, like no other.

These roads I walk alone. Feelings in the gutter, new flowers are rising, a new love to be born. I’ll find the one.

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The Space Between Us

The clouds between us, I can’t dissolve them with my words or anything I could do.

I love myself, the power I have, the things I can change.

Whispers of your thoughts and the fear are dancing inside of you, even with your skills.

I can hold your hand; further offerings are not in me.

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