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He writes 'twixt the low hum of electricity. He writes in the dim glow of computer screens, head bent low over loose leafed sheets. He writes to guitar riffs and digital chords. He writes of you...
Memory lane is right around the corner; you know, the same street you've meandered down for years. Fingers tips meet finger tips, as anxious tongues lick waiting lips. Setting sun meets horizon as waning moon begins its run.Sunset Stars and Moon (artist not listed) Ah, how his eyes close tightly. Oh, how he grips that pen, forcing images to become words.... And this world... with its poets, with its love songs and first kisses, with its close calls and near misses. He drifts away. The lights in the city become sparse, as happy heads are lain to rest. He wishes upon satellites for the chance to see you again. Riverfront walks... late night talks... The gentle wave of flesh as you inhale, sleeping soundly with his arms wrapped around you. He counts the stars tonight and remembers the glisten in your eyes after a kiss. He stands wracked by the night wind and remembers the cold gust of lonliness.
"Where are you, my love?" He asks, "Do you dream of me?"
Smear black ink, his palms are sweaty, he's barely listening... His iPod plays, as he stares at the dark asphalt wondering whats buried underneath. The only thing keeping him dry of tears, is the fact that he knows it was worth leaving... And now, DC sleeps alone tonight. Under the layers of dirt and sand, some great civilization once stood. As another night comes, so does another layer of sediment fall over the life he once led.
Remember the "high" you two felt at the mere sight of one another. Remember how the freckles in your eyes were mirror images, and when you kissed they were perfectly aligned. Think back to how it felt... you caressing his face...Piece To My Puzzle by kristinasdfg speculating that God had made the two of you into correspnding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay. Does it still take your breath away when you remember the sincerity his voice when he that told you he loved you??
His heart is still your home. Let these letters blur into the image of his face. Allow the air to slowly escape as you taste that which has become untastable. Relax the shoulders that once used to nestle into his chest. Embrace the memory, and know that when you sleep tonight... As your hair drapes across your face....All The Worlds A Blur For Love 2 (artist not listed) As your pillow carries you away into a land far away... As the empty space next to you fills with your dreams.... He is thinking of you.
Je suis ton chevallier dans l'armour brilliante.
Te amo, la mia principessa.
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