The things that make me think of you
Are only just for a moment,
For I see your face
And then it’s gone…
But as minutes turn into hours,
Your face reappears again,
It becomes more real than ever
As if I can touch it;
So I reach out
Then again I get that rush,
We hold each other tight
…One last time…
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