When I sit to think on you I think long,
The sea, the sky, the stars, there is always more.
If I cannot find the words then let memories fly,
Sounds, knocks, music, water, silence, there is always more.
When I sit to think on you I pause long,
And float suspended in this mist waiting,
Waiting for you long, to become light,
For me to sleep away swimming in warm milk.
When I walk to think on you I walk long,
My feet hurt and I only notice silence.
You do not hold my hand, nor kiss my face; those are the rules,
And I do it again the next day hoping for a different end.
When I sit to think on you I think long,
To see you sitting calmly on the opposite shore.
One day I will close my eyes to swim to you,
And I will think no more.
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