by Emily
I never expected to want to stay here, so far from home.
But in those short moments when we talk, I don't feel so alone.
It's probably not meant to be, only a dream.
I'm scared I'll wake up and won't remember the eyes
that tell stories and a smile that never lies.
But that's all I'm allowed to feel.
I wonder what it would be like to touch you,
See if you're real.
We'll separate soon, and I'll cry,
Because the person I wanted to know,
Will have to say goodbye.
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