I am so accustomed
To the welling in my heart
That comes when I think about you.
I am afraid I will no longer recognize my dreams
If you are not in them.
How can I relinquish you
And all my secret, cherished hopes,
When my mind summons up your memory
A hundred times a day
And I breathe your name
With every thought?

09/30/2001

Posted on 09/30/2001
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