Missing You (again)
One in the morning and I'm lying down with the shirt you gave me, breathing in the remnants of your scent, hoping that maybe it will conjure you into my arms.
I slide back into sleep, and dream about you, but can't remember a single part of the dream. Some part of me is screaming, trying not to lose it, trying not to kill itself.
Where are you now? Do you hear all the words that run through my mind while I think of you. Do you know how much I miss you? Do you miss me just as much? Is separation this painful for you too? It hurts not to hear from you, not to know what you've been doing. It seems like the world is just slightly dulled without your presence in it, without the hope of hearing your voice from miles away.
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