Past: Unfinished

Why does my heart cry.
Feelings I can’t fight,
You’re free to leave me,
but just don’t decieve me,
and please believe me,
when I say I love you.

All the while I sit and think,
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet,
and voices at the door.
I wait for adoring lips,
and your touch upon my skin.

My eyes search for yours,
in the hope they carry a light,
the same that shone from them,
from times that were before.

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