Dark lit room,
sad music on the radio...

Another cold long night apart
where holding your picture is the closest we are...

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I guess this isn't really a poem...writing is my...

Holding you close as we slowly dance
across a floor full of invisible people...

Humming softly to myself
while walking through my days...

Holding yourself together
when the world expects you to fall...

Waiting for you to contact me,
worrying where you are...

Another cold sunset,
another day come to an end...

Lovers holding desperately
to every promise, every word...

The darkness closing in
in the moment in twilight...

Re-reading all our old letters,
signs of us falling in love...

I've got this feeling
that keeps growing over time...