Missing you comes in waves.
Living and moving thru the daily grind of life helps because I’m focused on my daily tasks.
But when night arrives, the memories come flooding back drowning me in a tsunami.
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So here I sit coffee mug in one hand, cigarette in the other, pledging to keep busy and wear myself down.
By nightfall, I’ll give myself to exhausted sleep after a long day.
A sleep where no dreams or memories exist.
Yet, I fail.
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A key is placed into the lock hole that is my brain.
I see myself floating down the stairs, mesmerized by the music we used to share.
Then before I make it down to the last step, all goes dark and then I see you.
It is night and I see only you, walking alone on the pier we used to meet at midnight.
You are waiting for me while the night sky is raining stars and magic around you, wishing I was there.
In my sleep, a deep, deep far away place where dreams nor memories exist, I feel a strong pull.
You are where you are, far away from me, thinking of me too.
By morning’s first light, my pillow is wet from the tears I shed.
Missing you comes in waves, but tonight I drowned.
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Incredible. I love the way you intersperse pics with your prose here.