And I sit and wonder at your feet, grabbing your ankles with my soul…and your magic just keeps growing, fondling thoughts of patience and mirage… 

So I laugh, but I’m still at your feet…and I touch your skin, just for a moment to slip on your face, your lips. . .Gorgeous muse of mine. Wonderful woman of nine. I’m in love with you. 

I’m only half the person I was

My better half is up there with you

and I don’t know what hurts more

seeing you leave

or watching you go

I miss you…and sometimes…

I wish I’d just died with you.




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