nothing more is needed
just the sound of your voice
speaking gently to me.
Sometimes I wonder who we were so long ago, that hearing your voice, or the simple picture of you, evokes such powerful feelings. These feelings wash over me, leaving me with thoughts and pictures, so like memories, feelings beyond description, caught on the breath of time.
Some days I wonder if you feel it too, if you know this place I have found. I wait for nightfall and the sleep it brings, for here you come to me in dreams. Within dreams are the threads of life, unraveling the mysteries of the day and sometimes helping us remember those that we have loved once long ago.
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