Is this all that will be?
I don't see this path
Leading to you and me.
Do you still smile?
I haven't talked to you
Not in a while.
I miss you so much;
I long for your hugs,
Your touch.
Even in at night
My dreams are real
But out of sight.
Where did we go?
Our days passed by
So fast, yet so slow.
Where did we go?
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Winter and Steaming Coffee
PoetryMy fifth poetry collection... about coming to terms with oneself.