Silhouettes of dreams mock me.
They linger long after you’re gone.
They talk of happiness, of passion, of joy, of love ever lasting.
They bring smiles of babies and cries of children.
They mock my desire for you, the passion that burns through me, warming my body on cold nights.
For you are my sun, my rain, my tangible and intangible.
You are my happy ending and my sadness.
You are the song I sing and the secret I keep.
You are my all and my nothing.
All at once my best friend and a stranger.
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