Posted in life, love, Poetry, true love

I Miss You

and in the end
it all matters,
this distance that we are,
creating all this longing.

the butterflies
I feel for you,
listening to our song
on the radio,
the way I miss you
even in the early hours
of the morning.

wondering about the day
I will have you
through the night before.

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