As I sit here beside you,
Tamyka Bell
I half expect you to start
Answering the questions in my head
Once again.
Maybe it's the landscape
Reflecting in my dreamscape,
Or maybe it's just memories
Come to hunt me down.
Trapped between the lines
Of the page on which I write,
I wait for the arrival
Of the place and time I long for,
And the song I can't forget.
11 September, 2004
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