Was your voice a whisper in the dark?
Was your smile a figment of my imagination?
Was your shadow a phantom flying about?
Were you a ghost of my own making?
The answer is no, your just far away.
How long till I have you with me?
How do I bear this separation?
Will we survive this distance?
My words don't even rhyme,
As I write these lines,
The rhythm is gone out of me.
Await I the day we meet.
Was your smile a figment of my imagination?
Was your shadow a phantom flying about?
Were you a ghost of my own making?
The answer is no, your just far away.
How long till I have you with me?
How do I bear this separation?
Will we survive this distance?
My words don't even rhyme,
As I write these lines,
The rhythm is gone out of me.
Await I the day we meet.
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