My little Butterflies.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Days.


Missing for a few,
But it felt like forever.
Wanting to put it on loop,
Because replay, there will always be time wasted.

Though there wasn't really much done,
Though the sun still shined,
Though walking in rain,
It felt like something some movie would be about.

Missing for a dozen,
That I could never imagine.
I wonder what those days would feel like.
Would it be difficult to accommodate? 

Wish this, here, now, would freeze.
Let me have these few to keep.
Always carrying along side me.
And it would just feel like you.

Hopefully I can retain from breaking down.
Wouldn't want that to happen.
I could just imagine the expressions.
But a hug would be nice.

Today, I will love.
It's our secret.
Pinky swear.
First miles entwine.


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