A Rhyme for the Distance

There’s a vacant space right next to me

Where I’m lying on my own

In this field of dreamlike blossoms

Sprouting from memories we’ve sown

I ache for you, but smile sweetly

I’m rapt in love, and you completely

Our hearts will never be alone

 

~j.d.schofield

 

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