I wake every morning
to sights so beautiful
glancing through the window
panes,
looking at the picture frames
that surround the faces of
those I love and hold dear
a time in the past
I was close enough
to touch
to embrace
to kiss
now my dawns are a work of art
I use my memories to paint
collages on canvasses in
my mind spaces left blank
by the absence of virtual visions
I read your words in black and white
some come in color but nothing compares
to the passion warmth that
exudes from your lips to
my ears
I wanna hear your voice
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