the haunting

and so the haunting begins

unable to reach out and hold

the yielding warmth of beloved flesh

you stalk my dreams

so real my mind constructs you

that when I wake, I turn to find you

reminded over and again

of the final emptiness

my life without you

and you should never doubt

that you are loved

complete and whole for who you are

and I the fool

who realized too late

that love is more than place and time

love is the shared dream of tomorrow

love is the instant shared

love is yesterday forgiven

all less than perfect

overlooked for the sake of forever

for who would plead for perfection

when they had love

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