Saturday, August 27, 2011

I don't miss you

I don't miss you,
Even though my soul calls out your name.
Yours is a name stuck to each breath of mine.
A name I breathe out when I awake,
A name I breathe out when I slumber.
But I really don't miss you.
I don't have to.
Because you are just here,
Right there inside of me.
And every breath I take,
Is a reassurance of your presence.

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