Do I Stop Missing You
Over time I don't really, or ever, stop missing you,
or how you felt next to me.
Time and diversions only make it less intense,
until being close, hearing your voice,
that unique signature of sound,
that passes so effortlessly deep within,
making notes that find, and feel like they belong,
on my heartstrings.
Triggering the cycle yet again,
lying just below my consciousness,
waiting for activation,
powerful, part of my being, undeniable.
Copyright © Randolph Byrd | Year Posted 2015
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