For Her, Wherever She May Be

It wasn't too long ago that I had her,

so close to me, so willingly

but the winds of change swept her away

and just like that she was gone. 

 

I didn't want to admit to myself,

that I would ever miss her the way that I have.

But no matter how hard I try,

I could never deny my endless need for her.

 

My lungs fight for her like air,

my heart pounds down her door.

My brain is scattered, I can't be without her,

my beauitiful freckled doll. 

 

I've gone a few months longing for her, 

and even that has been too long.

For when I look in the mirror,

I can see in my face how my absense has made me so small.

This poem is about: 
Me

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