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file under misc.
by Shonda Creemeri don't quite know
what to do with myself
in those seconds that i realize
i miss you
when you pass through me
and my heart stops
the silence
is overcoming
to hear your voice again
to feel your smile upon me
to gather more of us
it terrifies me
and you are there
and i am here
as we will always be
unfinished 09/05/2011 Posted on 09/05/2011
Copyright © 2025 Shonda Creemer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 09/06/11 at 07:58 AM And sometimes the unfinished works really are finished...we just don't understand the ending yet. Love it, and you. |
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