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Early Dawn

A part of me mourns
I can feel it streaming softly inside me

And even if I'm not crying anymore.
I find myself looking out the window, staring into the distance,
wondering what you are doing right now
Are you thinking of me?

I sit here in this house of ours alone, with only traces of you around me
It's so quiet, so still

in some ways I can't feel you anymore, and others we are so very connected
It's like I can hear whispers of you in the distance, so close by.

I don't know what this means we are going through

I only know I miss you
that I want to see you every day
that I love seeing your smile in the morning and evening
that I love looking into your eyes and holding your hand night while we sleep

You are my most beautiful friend. My closest and most intimate companion.

that is all I know...

Poetry by SecretWords