And miles away, it is almost as if I could feel you holding me, caressing me. And we are free spirits roaming the world as fallen bodies. Though, I wish I could tell about the songs I sing to myself at night, to make myself fall asleep because you are not there beside me. And when my eyes close, I dream of you, I dream of us together...and in my fantasies there are no goodbyes; we fall softly as shadows, and we are what the earth is made of. And miles away, it is almost as if I could feel you holding me, whispering songs I still sing to myself in absence of you.
YOU ARE READING
in your absence
PuisiPerhaps I love you too little, because there is still so much you don't understand...for I crave touch, just not from your hands.
