if you were here
there are a hundred nothings
i would want to sit down with you
explaining
ironic occurrences
random thoughts
pouring ideas and
we'll splash in this rain
but ill have to wait again
for uncertain sleep
existing
with you there
ill have more than words
in everything
words dont suffice
truly
conveying a message
the words disappear
melting
into a precise picture
into a gesture
into a state of being
wordless
and i like love songs
to remind myself im not insane
chasing shadows
or
chasing dreams where i can sit by you
and not always wish for you
to sit
here
jealous of tangibility
so i could see your eyes
and know if (how) you mean
when using forms of the
L
word.

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