I sit,
Staring out the window,
Not seeing,
Just feeling.
Feeling the emptiness around me.
No one here but me.
Me, just me.
How I grow tired of me.
Reach out to me.
Hold me
Touch me.
Talk to me.
You,
All I want is you.
I never grow tired of you.
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Are we then together?
I tire of me too.
I tire of it all.
Time for change.
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In spirit anyways.
Yes it most certainly is time for a change.
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