You wake
To the same weary calling that isn't really there
Her voice, low and seductive chanting your name
Resounds in your head over and over
Yet she has left again, run again
The night tearing at your soul
Has worn it down
The tired echos of yesterday torture you
Her touch-her scent-her everything
You long for her
Yearn with an ache the stops your blood flowing
Your heart has turned so cold
That even the sun can no longer penetrate it
You can't bear another day without her
She belongs to you
Her touch-her scent-her everything
Valerie Masters
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