When We Get Home

There's something about the way you look at me even when I'm not near. You hold me tight with your words. I'm always thinking about you... day in and day out. I wonder what you are doing with your day... if karma has left you alone.  You talk to me like I'm your equal, even when you know more than I do. I know you feel it because I still do... I'm sorry I never gave it a chance. Could I have held you or touched you before it was too late? I think about it often... afraid I'll talk in my sleep. I'm happy where I am but I have my regrets with you.... we could have had more. Am I the person you thought I was? Am I better or worse than you first imagined? I'm always thinking of you. Even when I seem upset... being around you lifts my soul. I will love you again.... I will merge with the light of your essence and my heart will fill every crevace of all that you are! I want you to live your life. But promise me... when we get there.... when we get home.... promise me you'll take me and love me in every way we imagine and more.

EternalPerception EternalPerception
41-45, M
3 Responses Mar 25, 2009

you should write profesionally

That is really heart touching story! <br />
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But I believe that its never too late :) Good luck!!

that was very nicely written. i loved it!