Missing you

I love that a song echoing in my head at night
brings back the way you smell
and jolts my memory of your precious sight

I miss the way you look and feel
the way you breath and talk
for that is how my soul is healed

How I long to see you again
to touch your skin and feel your body
but only one thought remains:

you are not mine, nor am I supposed to be yours
one simple fact that keeps me broken
though you hold my heart, you are not mine to adore.

*sigh*

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