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.
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