Sometimes I feel like he;
(Even though I know it's not real)
"Maybe I'm talking to a tree"
You're more real than that
I want to make and create
But I ache
So bad, to think
Of you, me and everything
If it's all you it must be all me
Sensitive: bring me back to my senses
Permission to dissect received?
Thank you for the promise
(Though not quite fulfilled)
"Remember, this is not just a wish"
You're as real as that
And I still feel I need you
Here
No fast fix
That would be selfish
Thankful for my digits
Reminders and presents of your presence;
My wings
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