Miss Ing
Always in fear
when he is near
Want to touch my soul
but were never in the same place
The emptiness inside could devour all that is or isn't
To
Not
Be
The missing piece
no place
in the complete
The fold between dimensions
The air beneath the sea
Simply
Never
Be
Me
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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