I See You 

I want you to be here

So badly.

If I pretend strongly,

I see you,

Asleep right beside me.

Lonely light,

White skin of your shoulder,

Begs a kiss,

That I cannot give it.

Where are you?

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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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