A blank page
It seems this is where
You'll be.
A ringing in my head
A song I can't get out of
My brain.
It rests there
In my mind, a feeling
Of you.
This feeling, sensation
Tender feeling I only allow myself when I think
Of you.
Funny, though, it should be you
Raw, difficult, mixed with all
I fear.
My friends it seems
Are those closest in the dar, waiting
For you.
Things I can't explain
Things I need but refuse now to
Feel shame.
Dancing in the those shadows
We linger close, on the edge
Of light.
And, as always
I linger there for you.
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