i want to draw
but my hand can only make out a shape of you.
so i turn to writing instead
but the ending is just the same.
you've made yourself at home in my mind.
i guess you're a part of me now
and i don't know what to do.
how did you come to reside here?
how long do you plan to stay?
because until you decide to go, i'll be thinking of you every waking and dreaming moment of every day.
