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I sit here alone in my room,

wishing you were here to hold me,

and love me.

Miles separate us,

and only time will tell,

when I get to see you.

The room is candle lit,

for light is too bright,

for these tired,

tear soaked eyes.

I let the candles burn out,

and wait for dawn to break.

The first mornings light,

sooths my soul

But before I get up,

I’ll think of you one last time,

and wish,

you were here,

with me.



~*~ Jill ~*~