longing
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I have never believed in tomorrow. People speak of it as though it waits beyond the horizon,a place we are destined to arrive,but I have lived long enough to know better. There is only now. The breath in my lungs.The rain against the window.The ache in my chest. Everything else is memory. By the time…
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I miss your eyes, loveand the way they look at melike I am something wonderfulsomeone I never dreamed I’d be I miss your voice, belovedand the way you say my namelike the word is somehow preciousI will never be the same I miss your touch, my dearestand your lips’ soft touch on minethe way the…
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Even as the senses fall silent—no stars, no wind, no song—love endures, unshaken. This is a poem for the quiet moments, where touch and memory speak louder than sound, and where the heart sees what the eyes no longer can.
Ink & Shadows: The Words of Osiris j Reapor 