I envision each night,
A time still like a frame,
When you were there,
Far but so close,
As a mirage you just faded away,
I dream, dream of me dreaming about you,
Turn and twist in the agony of your absence,
My eyes, you can see your craving in them,
To smell your hair,
To hear you speak,
To fill up my senses with your essence,
I miss those times,
I wish those times came back,
I still exist sometimes in that frame.
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