When I am with you,
words melt like sugar in tea—
too sweet to hold, too warm to grasp.
The verses stop on my tongue,
because you are the poem my heart has sung
But when you’re away,
ink spills in your absence,
lines flow like longing,
stanzas stretch like empty arms,
and every metaphor
becomes a bridge back to you.
You are the silence between...
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