Before

Sweeping before every cloud,

all the colours of the sky,

making life and standing proud

On my skin and in my sigh.

 

All I know is: I miss you,

and heaven and earth pass

while the only thing true

is sleep resting in my glass.

 

Baby, I miss you

miss my heart being on cue;

miss the hands I’m used to;

miss the man I turn to.

 

Everywhere I look to

Nothing is complete….

Every place I search to,

I can’t find your heartbeat.

 

 

 

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