In the rustling of the leaves I hear you.
Through the bustling of the trees, I see you.
The wind whips my checks and sends chills through my bones,
but the thought of you warms me.
The ground pulls at my feet, making each step I take painful; awkward.
I continue forward hoping to touch you one more time.
Hoping this will be the last time I search for you.
I dare to believe you will be there for me.
Can my heart handle another mis-step?
When I reach for you will you come to me?
I fall to my knees, a tear sheds.
Here I wait, and hope to see, that which has escaped me.
~Love~
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