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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