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.