The longing

by andhereIstand   Jul 2, 2008


The bombs on the television explode
and bodies
fly
and blood
pools
and telegrams
are delivered
but my mind is not on
bombs
blood
or telegrams.
my mind lingers
on your face.
thinks of how I long
to see you.
replays
every word you ave ever
spoken
to me
and every answer
I have given.
every sweet,
too short lived
covnersation

thinks of how
i can do it all
again.

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