Apparition Posted October 9, 2015 Share Posted October 9, 2015 Most days I think of you. I think of you while I lay in an empty, cold bed. A bed we once shared. The bed was once filled with warmth, love and passion. Now all that remains is broken sleep, pain and devastation. I think of you, not because I want to, no, no. In fact, I try to do the opposite. I try to not think of you, but I end up thinking of you even more. So I think of you because I know no other way how. Your face interrupts my dreams. Your voice interrupts my focus. I look around, thinking I heard you call my name. But you're nowhere to be seen. Nor to be heard. So I think of you again. I wonder what you're doing. What you're thinking of. And that same very question enters my mind each time. Are you thinking of me? 1 Link to post Share on other sites
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