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,

when compared to the love

that we share;

you are the reality,

which has kept me holding on,

(to this life),

for more years

than I can remember,

yours is 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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