Friday, July 16, 2010

Lost things



I last met the girl,

of my dreams,

when I stopped.

Admired beauty.

Time to breath,

to think,

Yet I want to go.

To converse.

When I do stop.

No one is around.

Without a phone,

lost being a guide,

and explorer,

I feel more alone.

SO many people.

I want here.

Now.

Even my dog.

A vacant hole inside.

The beauty of the world,

not enough to fill it.

Ocean surf in front,

bluffs behind me,

I've still been happier.

With Her.

That is ,

all the Her's.

Moments shared,

longed for.

I can only hope it will come.

And stay.

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