Sometimes I just feel
like a child waiting for the special person to come back, sitting staring at
the door thinking that maybe they will walk in it. We run into each other's
arms and embrace one another so closely we can feel each others heart beat.
Sometimes she sits and
works in her living room
She stops for just a few
seconds
Breathes out and stares at her front door
Imagines his presence and
him walking in it
He enters and she runs up
to him
Holding one another so
tight
Nothing can break them
apart
He kisses her forehead
and she looks up at him
Big, brown eyes of pure
bliss
A smile that she doesn't
want to fade
She regains focus
Back onto reality
Back into the present
There is no beautiful man
at the door
Not on vacation
Not in her life
The door is closed
He is gone and gone
He is gone and gone
PRIS
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