My Dear

I spend much too much time looking to you, my dear.
And if I questioned this reality, it would fail, I fear.

But my dear, can I tell you that I hear your voice in every song I play,
And if you listen close, you’ll understand what I’m trying to say.

I worry, my dear, that I love you too much, that some day I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone.
Well that was fifteen months ago today, and my worries are rarely wrong.

I can almost say that missing you is for real,
However, my dear, it seems that that fate was sealed.

My dear, if you return to me, don’t expect a warm embrace,
But only, my dear, if only I could just see your face.


One.  More.  Time.

My Dear.

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