
And every night
Before I close my mind to the world
I pray that you’ll come back
An indication that you're still alive
I sit and I wait
First an hour
A day, a week
How long do I wait?
Do I run?
Do I try to forget?
You haunt my dreams,
You haunt my writing, my photos
I see you in everything
But I can't see
You
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