My fear of not seing you again,
is what I dread the most.
My worries that I´ll never be
able to touch you
any more,
is more than I can bare.
Not feeling the tenderness
of your kiss,
not smelling the scent
of you,
not feeling your hand reaching out
for mine,
as we sleep…
But as the days go by,
time slowly drifts away…
until it´s too late
to tell you
that I want to go back.
That I´m still here, lying next to you,
holding your hand…
in my dreams…
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