100 Love Letters I'll Never Send (poem Without You) (c) 1997, 2017
Walking Without February 7, 1997 (c) 1997, 2017
/Walking without/
Chills to the bone and the skies are like faces without eyes.
It took too long to realize: one thought here
one dream near if I could only see
clear.
Then would it all disappear.
"On days like this I remember holding onto you like there would be no tomorrow."
/Talking without/
/words fading/
/darkness/ only heard/
"When?" "Too late then."
But
"It will pass."
/Walking without/
Chills to the bone and the skies are like faces without eyes.
It took too long to realize: one thought here
one dream near if I could only see
clear.
Then would it all disappear.
"On days like this I remember holding onto you like there would be no tomorrow."
/Talking without/
/words fading/
/darkness/ only heard/
"When?" "Too late then."
But
"It will pass."
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