And in the dead of the night, I feel my long lost lover creep up on me,
Steady breath grazing the back of my neck as the weight shifts closer to me.
She’s a part of me, she’s always been; and now I look in her eyes,
First emotionless, then tears fill them up, almost pouring over the brim.
She slowly slips her hand in mine.
“My love, welcome home.”
Rianne








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