Absent
My lips are moving,where are the sound?
Your lips are moving,
but I do not hear.
What is it that you
want to tell me?
My eyes see you,
are you there?
Your eyes is on me,
do you see me?
What is it that you
want me to see?
My arms touch you,
where are you bro?
Your body is still,
do you feel me?
How many hugs shall
I give to you before
you can feel?
You are drifting away,
know that I'm here.
I'll be your saviour,
meet me now.
I am here for you
my bigbrother.
I wish you were here too...
Poetry by Sandra Sicilie Hansen
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Written on 2005-12-26 at 23:17
Tags Absent Depression Love
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