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Missing you
Sitting here,
at my computer,
wondering how
you are faring.
I wish I could
transform myself.
So many ways to
visit you.
If I were a bird,
I would fly to your garden,
perch near the pond,
and take a drink.
If I were a butterfly,
I would flit between flowers.
Perhaps I would come close,
and land on your shoulder.
If I were the sun,
I would bake into your skin,
caressing it lightly
with the warmth of my touch.
If I were a breeze,
I would lovingly cool you.
Easing the sun's heat,
and ruffling your hair.
But I am none of those things,
I am only a lonely one,
who once enjoyed the warmth
of your presence.
Too far the future looms;
Too long the time 'til fall,
When I hope to maybe gaze on you,
and talk with you again.
May the birds sing for you,
May butterflies bring you a smile,
May the sun warm you,
and may the breeze cool you...
