Can I say that I missed you,
And that I wished, wished so hard
That you were here? So much
That the cold bed, was cold no more?
Could I drip unerring tears,
And not be ashamed, not care-
That I was no more pretending
That I was strong, strong to persevere?
I am not a curving vine, wrapped around a tree
Dependent, weak and unable to stand on its feet.
But I envision me, yet another tree, leaning,
And living, living with you in the vicinity.
But I am scared to speak of need, my growing need of you
And I turn my face away, away before you realized it too!
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