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A Story by Jim

The silence is murder. I sit and I sit and I sit some more. Where are you? So far away I see you in the shadows off in the distance. All it would take is for me to call your name, but the screams seem lodged, I can't even push them out. Your touch is haunting me, like a ghost back to it's dreampt up lover, star-crossed and make believe. I feel your breath on my skin, aching and joyous, I wish for it more. Your face like a morning mist, drifting away and gone. Where are you? I wish for your return so long ago. Straining and stirring I sit and I sit and I sit some more. Hands grasping at ghosts in my mind, hoping and praying each one is you. My blood calls out to you, wanting and dreaming of your warmth and love. Serene and silent like death my love is patiently waiting on your return. Where are you? I see you in the shadows at night, just far from my sight. I sit and I sit and I sit some more, just for you. Waiting and wanting, silent and screaming I am always here. Like the final light of a star, I wait and wonder in consistant time. I wish for your hand in mine. Nothing but the stars could refuse this. Clouds and starlight, my eyes catch yours starlit and wonderous. I melt before you, my life but clay to mold in your presence. Your fingers my artist, sculpting me into your very wanting love. I miss you. I love you. Where are you? I sit and I sit and I sit some more. Waiting and searching, wanting and loving. Cherished as you are, you are the world in my heart, away from it all, you are my everything. Nothing can be you in my eyes. My hand grasps for yours. I wish for nothing but that...

Where are you?

I sit and I sit and I sit some more.....

© 2008 Jim


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