You're not here
I'm doing okay.
Lovely lies.
Do you know?
Do you care?
Don't hurry,
Stay awhile.
Take my hand
As I smile.
You and I,
Are one.
Made of similar fine lint.
You and I
get starry eyed,
over freshly brewed coffee,
and the slithering river's glint.
Come along,
Walk with me.
Along the starry shores,
Darkness our umbrella
Together we're rarely bored.
You and I,
Of toffee coloured skin
And old worldly charm.
Soothe my soul
A tingling
then calming balm
You and I
casting reality asunder,
you and I
Friend and lover.
Reader of my tales,
Comforter of them nasty wails.
Realize that a girl's sometimes painfully frail
Know this and refuse to bail.
Baby,
You and me
Speak of delightful company!
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