in at least one moment a day
nothing matters except my thoughts of
coming back home to you
red eyed all bleary and completely utterly
exhausted but sure i can
deny myself anything but your company
interested in only your company and nothing more
but i have learned that timing is almost everything
like a window of opportunity where the ice has not melted
equal to my travelling speed is the power i move your direction
open my arms and you just curl right in
don’t you know the fire that burns inside of me
does not quit
never turns off but slows down to rebuild
each morning a delusional accident because
sometimes i think i
should not still be breathing
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