It's late or early depending on your perspective. Together, we sit, but separate. Music empties into the room Surrounding us, forming a bond of shared silence. Still crazy... I revel in how lucky I am to have you next to me. I smile in the warm glow of our friendship. ...after all... I notice your tears. Shed, not for us, but for you, and what you had. Gently, I brush them away from your now-closed eyes. Wishing I could heal your heart... Powerless to do so... Instead, Holding you closely to mine... Offering refuge and a willing ear. ...these years.Birth sign: Not entered
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