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Monday, May 6, 2013

a room with a view

I used to pray for a place to sit,
where I could see the sea.
Where I could write a letter
and preserve the bittersweet memory
of you.

I used to dream of a day that dawned,
when I knew the comfort of your nearness.
A time that had no limits, a forever void of fear.

We have always been bound together,
even if for a thousand years
we have not touched.

My heart would recognize you
no matter the disguise.