Communication, silence, fraught with emotion both
whisper to me of the serenity of hope
whisper to me of life and
I will live when your arms encircle me,
when your lips touch my own.
You belong to me,
here in my heart,
you are a part of me.
When you are in the room
I can hear your presence
as the person of hope and freedom
that is waiting upon my life,
waiting for me to notice.
Your soul is broken.
So is mine.
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