To be with you 

Is to be without you

To hear your name

Is to hear a whisper in the streets 

To see your face 

Is a mere blur in a crowded room.

I’m at the party 

Looking through the glass

Behind smoke and mirrors

I see your silhouette, but you don’t see me 

And it’s poetic to watch the people laugh

And the room bows to your every move

As you gracefully glide 

Like you always do.

You are a black and white film

You do not need sound 

As you motion

You sway like the branches of the trees

As you dance around the field 

Swinging your noose in your hand 

And laughing all the way down those snowy hills into the golden sunset 

I only wish you could see the colours as I do. 


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