Forgive Me.

Forgive me and my yearning heart.
Forgive me and my burning emptiness.  
Forgive me for having this song on repeat
since I arrived at work today at noon.  
Let me play it one more time.  

Forgive me for I'm emotionally unstable today
and may just flirt with a stranger shamelessly.  
In order to show that I am independent and need no one.  
That I am strong.  That I am happy.  
That we were nothing.  
That I do not miss you.  

Forgive me,  love,  because I miss you more today
than any day before.  

I miss your hat,  your accent,  your smell.  

I wish you were here as I spin around my room.  
In that careless way you loved to watch.  
Shining that glow of letting go
and then taking your hand to pull me back to earth.  

I wish you were here as I don my stilettos
because I can't reach the sky without a few extra inches.
I wish I could reach out to you.  
I wish you could read the signs in the stars 
that I painted just for you.  

WHY WE ARE NOT TOGETHER I DO NOT KNOW.  

Actually,  I do.  
It's because mentally you're teaching and I am too,  
but physically we're on different continents.  
Emotionally I am the opposite charge pulling,  pulling,
but your spirit is on the other side of the magnetic pole.  

I miss you.  
Oh,  I miss you.  






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