Sunday, May 2, 2010

Proximity

When you're gone
I wonder if you miss me.
When you're gone
I wonder if you think of me,
Because I think of you,
Always.
When we're apart
I want you near to me.
When you're near to me
I want you closer.
When you're close to me,
I'm smiling,
On the inside.

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