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I can feel you,

surrounding me.

Like a blanket,

to keep me warm,

through the long nights.

You may not be here.

Although I wish you were.

But you're here in mind,

and spirit.

We may not speak often.

But I know you still think of me.

And somehow,

I know,

that you know I am thinking of you too.

Even if we never speak again.

I know you'll still love me.

I'm living for the only thing I know,

and I know,

that you love me.



~*~ Jill ~*~