Of Bus Stops & Last Chances.

Longing, as each day passes.

Defying logic, odds, and sanity.

Of a thousand fluttering butterflies.

Questions, the hows and whys.

Reaching across the bed, finding, wanting, craving.

In thoughts and dreams.

In sweet smiles and hollow pains.

In harsh reality and peaceful escapes.

Hold on. Hang in there.

Stay with me.

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