Longing For Presence
Longing for Presence
I'm here, just staring deeply toward
your kindest spirit, and wondering
if ever I spoke-up would you hear it
or were you too far gone to listen...
could everything be somehow different
if we'd hugged when that was what was meant,
but I'm left talking to walls where nothing matters,
and still I'm lonely for you to come or merely beckon
5-24-09
Copyright © James Blaylock | Year Posted 2009
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