A Sense Of You

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In these quiet moments I still long
     For the sound of the river,
     Its roar a weight on my chest
     Its whisper screaming simple safety
In the blurred mornings I still yearn
     For the taste of coffee,
     Its depth a soothing balm
     Its tannins rich like your voice
In these cold nights I still reach out
     For the touch of  sun on my skin,
     Its warmth a sweater wrapped round shoulders
     Its grazes sweet like your fingertips
In the dark of this bedroom I still search
     For the light on the floor,
     Its glitter casting kaleidoscopes underfoot
     Its dance mirthful like you eyes
In these old bar booths I still ache
     For the scent of shared cigarettes,
     Its bitterness a reminder of lost time
     The smoke fleeing from my hands like your own

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