This winged thing only goes
just above the clouds
not near enough to
you.
My heart aches
but has become manageable
like the tears
from missing you.
So many times
I find you in rhymes
long before the ink dries
on a blank page
just waiting to be filled
with you.
I’m buckled in just in case
this flight becomes
more than bargained for
but I’m ready to pay the price
just to be close once more
to you.
Ah, the pain in this one…💔
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My pleasure…with an ouch in there too. 💐
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