My spirit takes me back again
to everywhere we've ever been.
I see you as I did before
and feel you as I felt you then.
A forest, bar or shopping mall,
a subway car or changing stall,
a dozen different grocer's stores:
I walk beside you in them all.
On streets where naught but children grow,
in wooded glades encased with snow,
or homes that I call mine no more:
these places will not let me go.
I'm there where we had first met eyes
and took our long awaited prize.
I stand beyond that dreaded door
where lastly we said our goodbyes.
But every time I lift my head
to look across an empty bed,
my eyes won't let my dreams ignore
the void that lies here in your stead.
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