day of the dead

When I think of you
I think of loss

Of charities and vague endings
of memories and regret

When does time let us be
and forever I can kiss you?

How does never end it seems,
what do I do to loose you?

I am without happiness unless
I am touching your skin

But when you are gone
or I am away

I am never as whole
as I am with you.


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