The Difference
I am not sure of when
nor the how or why of it
yet; it is there, within me
your presence is heavy
gravitational, pulling at me
and the softest, even accidental
touch
of your skin to mine
and I am left with nothing to do
but sigh
your eyes haunt
the very core of me
my marrow, my blood, my soul
so much so that...
my eyes tear up
when you cry
and I cannot dream
till you sleep













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