There is nothing and everything to look forward to at night.
Not here not here not here
But he is here.
We were four but now are three.
Is there forever sadness in this?
Will he come in a dream tonight?
Where will this land as I unwind my enmeshed lovescape
Turning over in this world around me like I am alright.
I am not alright, even though it feels good to smile.
I am not alright, even though every night,
I hope he will return, hold me one more time.
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