You were
there the other day,
I had a
wound I dared to say,
It is there
and yet to heal,
When to date
I don’t see still.
I call a
number to book the seat
Don’t know
if there’s a chance
For us to meet!
Would roam
around without a glance,
No meaning there
without you,
Come to me
come anew,
No words
breathe, and none asleep;
My heart abounds
a loving beep
I can’t
listen and I can’t see
My part apart from all of me.
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