I cry myself to sleep,
in thought of you.
of moments where you were beside me,
If then I only knew,
I long to just talk to you,
to tell you trivial things,
to see your face,
oh the joy that would bring.
It is late and I should be in bed,
this I definitely know.
I only hope you take this time,
to learn about yourself and grow.
I wonder if this really is it,
if you will find your way back.
I hope you do,
for your presence I surely lack.
Its a matter of perspective,
you have given me plenty of this.
You make me happy,
your tender touches and your gentle kiss.

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