I can’t see you, I can’t touch you
I lay in the sun and warm my bones
I slide my hand in the grass and pretend it’s you, it makes do
I think about the potential to build and destroy, about growth
you work, my mind is on you, what are you seeing
what are you holding, what are you thinking
the whole world makes me wait for you
I can feel you on my breath, closer than so far away
how wicked and unfair to suffer such torture
my longing is stretched
I am thirsty for you
I sleep and I’ll wake again when you are by my side
looking at me, and we have a few real moments
to last me a while longer
Kate Lunsford 
I absolutely love this. It reminds me of my own style and way of thinking. Good girl! Arlene
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So sweet. Thank you.
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Weighty words of longing. Beautiful!
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I like it aot
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Thank you.
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No need dear 🙂
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Beautiful and haunting. This echoes much of my thought process
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Thank you.
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Amazing and so nice👍😊👏
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