I walk down the stairs in the dark, can see nothing but still feel a presence. Is he there waiting for me? Or is he no longer there. He once would sit outside and wait, and in the early hours did we meet. He would touch my hair and call me sweet, but at daybreak he would be gone. I often wonder what happened to him, he never came back after that last night. I still wait hoping he will be there, but I know he never will. Was it because he did not love me? Or simply had to go. I still think of him when I wait in the rain, and realise I do not know his name.Birth sign: Leo
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