Poem: Look

I need to know where are you?

I lay down and I feel the touch of warm hands.

I hear the deep breathes you take as you dream.

Then when I turn over it is as if everything stops.

Is it something I did?

I do not know.

I just want to see you.

I want to love you.

I am just simply looking for you.

Now I am becoming tired of looking.

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