We are like ghosts aren’t we?
I swear I can feel you standing beside me, your breath in my ear.
I turn to look, and find nothing. Empty space. Emptier heart.
I wait for a kiss, a touch, a sigh.
It never comes.
In some way, you are mine. In some way, I am yours.
We are stars. We are in the same constellation. But not the same orbit.
You revolve around me, and I, you.
Somehow, some day we will collide. Like those stars in the night sky. We will collide. And we will set fire.
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also especially liking the intensity of the last line; has a big bang/earth-shattering/ supernova-explosive quality to it. cosmic passion cool
I kinda liked it too. Thanks for the love. 😉
Loved this!
Touching yet ethereal. Beautiful 🙂 Kim*
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Thank you so much honey. Thank you.
Wow Renee, you ARE passionate!!!! x
Thanks Stu. I like to think I am. I really do.
Happy Thanksgiving Renee.
Happy Thanksgiving to you too. Hope it was a wonderful day. Loved your post. 🙂
Wonderful, wonderful words!!
Thanks honey. I kinda liked them too.
Lovely post, as always…
Thank you my lovely Diana….
I loved it! 🙂
Oh honey, thank you.
Spectacular! I felt every word like I was dancing with the stars! 🙂
Thanks my dear. I kinda felt that way when I wrote it. 😉
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