i ask you
every night
what you do
without me
and as you tell me
what you think
are the boring details
i picture you
working
walking
writing
planning out your
next move
and the next
the imaginations
makes this damn distance
shorter
this dark night brighter
and this dull hope
vibrant
in what could be
once this sickness
is through
and life begins again
so babble on, sweet one
in short words and long
don't worry about making
things fancy
just remind me of the you
you cover inside
surround me with what
makes you free
(be)
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