When I'm here and you're there. A part of me feels lost, gone.
You're what is missing in me, searching where I have been drawn.
Sometimes I can hear you breathe at night, but remaining unfound.
Turning on the light, endlessly searching. Am I imagining the sound?
Life seems to be just long enough for this passion to spark.
But not long enough, as the light of love flickers in the dark.
10/29/03
YOU ARE READING
Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
