As you sleep,
Far out of my reach,
My arms still feel
For you.
My heart still races
As I search through faces
With the hope of finding
You.
Gentle tears warm my cheeks
As I dwell on the weeks
When there was no me
Without you.
And my evenings all crawl
When not graced by your call
Oh my love, it's so hard
Missing you.
-Victor Tinsdale
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