emotionally empty
too much dreaming
not enough sleeping
my thoughts running
like an open faucet
wishing to be held
wanting the embrace of another
i could talk with her for hours
we did talk for hours
inside until closing time
outside in the cold
freezing rain
the warmth with her
sustenance
but i mostly listening
enthralled and enamored
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