Tell Me More

there are echoes that sound,  glimpses of you

true happiness,

laughter for two, back when we were brand new

sultry images

pressed against these twelve hour rays

that feel like twenty or more,

a flash

a miss,

open doors

it's quiet here.

the phone never brings you to me anymore

like it used to,

days without end

nights that we'd blend

only you

always you...

in my mind I sometimes pretend

when a memory

sashays through

and in these days of missing you

I wonder 

do I cross your mind,

torch your heart

like you did mine...

 

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[wordman]

i`m sure he does,many can relate to this write,touching