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When
I am there,
I feel that there can be no other place.
Yet, when I am elsewhere,
I cannot clearly remember what it's like
Until, once again, I am there.
Is
this the way
It is meant to be?
Not remembering when away
Almost to the point of not caring
And when together
The realisation of the separation
So profound, so heartfelt, so deep
As almost bringing me to the brink
Of weeping, of crying, pleading for forgiveness
For the indiscretions not committed
For the unfaithfulness only glimpsed at
Within the briefest of thoughts
For the lack of trust, of belief
In what is there when we're together
Is this is what is held for us?
Occasionally
the thought of loving another
Crosses my mind; a fleeting shadow
Overcasting the glory we have.
Then it is gone, when I realise
That he is not you
Yet the thought is enough
To begin to doubt
And then your gentle smile
Or a brief touch
Makes me regret that doubt
And reaffirms my faith, my belief, my love.
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