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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