Always

It has
always
been you.

The hands
I want
to hold,
the arms where
I want
to fold.

The face
I want
to look,
the voice that
I’ve been
hooked.

It has
always
been
you.

The eyes
blind enough
to see
my tears,
the ears
deaf enough
to hear
my fears.

The cold
heart,
I can’t
unlove,
the bitter
sweet mem’ry
I can’t
give up.

Yes, it has
always
been
you.

—

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