VP Cruz

I Just Can'T Leave

With my bags I exit the door
I pause and think, been through this before
Will miss your breath, just barely touching
Your arousing whispers, of sweet nothings
Your absence will bring all levels of alarms
Like who will fill my empty arms?
I feel your eyes, inundating tears
To feel we've wasted all these years
Bags still in hand, slightly turn, glance

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