Lying awake
unable to sleep
My thoughts
in a tattered heap
About my
feet
As I try to
think
Of you
Your smile
still mesmerizes me
Your
laughter echoes in my head
And as I
think an image of you
Forms in
front of me
I can smell
your perfume
May I miss
you, and the little things you used to do?
May I
remember you with fondness and not angst?
Will you
remember the few things we shared
Back in that
cold December?
And as I lie
awake, the thoughts gather themselves up
And form an
oasis in the desert of my mind
A cool place
with trees that give shade
And sweet
water to satiate
My thirst
for you
And as I
think of you
A smile
comes to my face
Despite the
fact that it's late
I lie here
wide awake
And I think
of you
And think of
you
The Bilge Master
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