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Dreaming You Were Here
You walk into the room, and it registers in my mind that you're standing before me. "Thank God you're here," I say, and run over to you. My arms go around your neck as you pull me into a close, tight, warm embrace. I've been waiting for this for ages. I've needed this so often for so long. It's been so hard without you, love. You loosen up, but I can't let go. Not yet. You're here, you're with me. You're my baby, in my arms, finally finally in my arms, and I'm being held like I need to be. Like I long to be. Like I live to be. So your arms tighten around me again, and I release a quivering breath, relieved, just so glad you're not leaving yet. I whisper something into your ear, and you squeeze tighter. I'll exhaust all my words on you if nearness is my reward. If it means to be with you so closely.
By Lana Wilder8 years ago in Poets
