A Sort of Sense

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The night and all of its loneliness

Has arrived.

Alright.


I close my eyes

I do not need to see

To appreciate your presence.

The beauty of your

Personality

Penetrates my heart.

The significance of your words

Make possible

The aspirations of my soul.

The subjects that we discuss

Challenge and inspire me.

They are the spices

That flavor my life.

And when

Love, authenticity, and imagination

Intertwine.

A potent force is created

That not even

Distance can delay.


Now,

My eyes snap open.

I realize how much I miss

You

And I wonder if you're ok.


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