Months and years can pass
but I know when the time is right,
I will again feel the energy and passion
that sits dormant inside waiting and yearning to be free.
To settle for less
becomes a chore
I wish upon no one.
Why should I scream at the top of my lungs,
when I know he can not hear.
And although it will only be one night,
I will whisper so gently in your ear,
I missed you.
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