Refuse that..
There is a need to miss..
Refusing the urge..
To run behind..
To find a glimpse.
Then turning back..
Never to rewind..
Refuse that
There is a sense of presence..
Stitched in their absence.
To unwrap the cover..
To conclude while sober..
Then fold back..
Never to entwine.
Refuse that..
There is a greed to reach..
Refusing every attempted breach.
To steal the moment..
To feel the torment..
Then trapping it quick..
Never to come back..
But always getting weak..
When there are days..
To minds tweak..
The hearts just speak for themselves


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