Here with Me

December 16, 2008
I wish you were here with me...

So I could be looking at your face and not some wall

So I could feel your face and not my phone vibrating to alert me to your messages

So I could feel your warmth and not the bitter cold wind on my back

So I could smell your scent and not the many stale tears on my pillow from all my sleepless nights that I was separated from you

So I could hear your steady breathing not the icy wind howling outside my window

And so I could show you how much I love you in person and not by this poem.

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