As the winter voids the warmth, so does our death voids our life.
Time so precious that many pass before a dream is realized.
I wish to love as love permits. But the gift is not of one but of two. The true heart stares fates eyes and flinches not.
I sought to fill a gap, my heart emptied to despair. The treasure is hidden. Not of another body but within my own mind.
I find it hard to breathe in a bed alone at night where I felt the hands of ease grasp me close.
It is my destiny to breathe so I will continue although I long.
But I continue for the time will pass. With me or without me.
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