I miss you when I awake in the small hours of the
Morning, aching so deep I cannot sleep.
It is you I crave – only with you beside me can there be peace.
This was not meant to be – it cannot be! I rage inside
To know that you cannot be mine. I reach across dark miles;
Are you, too, awake – curled on your side in foetal agony?
And in the morning I must pretend that I am rested,
Bright and ready for a new day. And that you, my love,
Are just another smile in my circle of happy friends.
This fire inside is held in check for love of you.
Nomad Omnia
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