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By spaded Date: 2003 Feb 23 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.23.22.32.31761]] |
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Occassionally my phone rings, and when I answer no one is there A strange number from your side of town, where only you would be calling from In the dead of night when dreams take over I miss you like I never thought possible I wake up physically ill with a sadness that I thought had gone the way of us Tear stains on the pillow and an emptiness in my chest, gulping for air Reaching for you, gone, no air, deep breaths Asleep again, you are wrapped in my arms Fading warmth, memories receding, Morning comes and I remember how to breathe People ask and I claim it's just on paper... Do you know I call you back? HNS...2/2003 |