There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about you.
That I don't miss you will every fiber of my being.
I'm waiting for someone to come to my bed,
Telling me to wake up.
Because it's only a dream.
I don't know if you can hear my thoughts,
or the words that fall from my lips in desperation
as I mutter prayers to one I'm not sure is listening.
I'd send you a message in this empty bottle I drank dry,
if I knew you were at the other end of the vast blue eternity.
I'll never be able to forgive my friendship, or lack thereof.
But I hope you can find it in yourself, your spirit, your being.
Whatever you are, where ever you are, now.
I hope what I believe is true.
I hope you can see me, even though we can't see you.
I hope my life is being documented, so you can read my intentions.
Chapter 118 verse 20; the intention of never loosing you.
You're in my heart, as the blood are in my veins.
If actions were as good as words, I'd wish I had more to say.
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