Saturday, January 27

More Than Anything

I cannot think of you in terms of love
nor recall the comfort your voice brings
or crave caresses I swore I'd forget
I'll make plans instead
to memorize every star in my piece of sky
to witness every sunset and sunrise
Inevitably I'll cry and whisper your name
into the dark
against the light
The truth is the sun doesn't seem as warm
When it's not reflected in your eyes

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