Without

The stars tell a story I wish I wrote,

They show me your face, give me hope.

Stars light the path from which I came

And remind me of where you are bound.

Dreams and reality now seem to meet,

My body is shaking with our eyes locked.

I struggle with inhibition, an inner war—

Trying to resist reaching for your hand.

I have trouble breathing when you’re near

And I’m sure you can see fear in my face.

I suppress the urge to tell you how I think,

My mind turns blank as you disappear—

The streets are empty without you,

I’m not sure what to feel without you.

      DannYetman

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