Sitting here,
thinking...
The thought slip through,
like subtitles from a movie
(unwanted)
thinking...about you
missing...your laugh
wanting...your touch.
the thoughts..
(won't leave) .
The ramblings of
a lonely soul.
play by play,
the images collide.
holding hands...
kissing in the street
missing-
the flow stops.
abrutly, Sharply.
Pain. Heartache.
(gone)
Sitting here,
Thinking...
It's over.
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