when all i can say is i miss you
and all that i feel is much more
im sorry is what frequently comes to my mind
with timing is everything and at this time
the sun runs across the snow on these boughs
the time is not now
for us.
and so i wished for us to meet
later when the timing was different for 'we'
the uncertainty of what will be,
it will be.
the certainty i'll be far from alone
the anomoly of sleep, i wake holding pillows
the anomoly of smiles, strong only with child
when all i have said is i miss you,
but all i have written fills books
im thinking is what frequently comes to my mind
with timing is everything
theres miles left to find

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