Unsent letters,
tattooed on my heart,
I’m pretending you’re here,
as you’re out in the world,
without me
Pretending, I’m keen on
your shadows on my walls
but they’re just ghosts,
following my eyes.
You are the sunrise,
the resting rose coming to bloom,
the fierce eyes of fire,
lapping at all that it touches.
You’re living life at the top of your ways
Thank God,
Thank God,
you’re mine,
even when you’ve gone away
Dawning Creations 
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