This is one of the most painful ironies ever. What do you think?
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We sat beside one another
Yet we are so far away
The only thing that is near
Is my memory of being held
During those long forgotten nights
When all I thought about
Was the warmth of your touch
Not my pending paperworks
Not my overdue bills
I only thought of you
And I know that you were
Thinking the same
But now, sitting here with you
I don't know if you are
Thinking about it too
You are looking
Over the horizon
When you could have been
Looking at me
I wanted to touch you
To make sure that
You are really there
But I stopped myself
I don't think I want to find out.
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*Image from digitaledge
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