than you

I have written many things in my life,

thought many thoughts,

fantasized many fantasies,

dreamed many dreams,

but none of them

are more important

than you;

I have written of imaginary lovers

and foolish ideas,

all of which

seemed so important

but were nothing,

nothing at all,

compared to the love

you and I share,

you are the reality

which keeps me holding on

to this life,

the touch

I long to feel,

the voice

I long to hear

at the end of the day,

when nothing seems real,

when nothing is true,

as all the thoughts and ideas

go drifting away

like smoke

from a burning campfire,

you are the part of me

I can never let go

no matter how hard

this need to destroy

everything that I touch

has tried;

there is no one

I would rather be with

than you.

.

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