Tonight the sky's are open,
the air is chilled,
and our breath fogs.

Alone I read a book,
a book of others,
a book filled with the feelings of others.

Though I wish you were here,
this dream would be perfect,
I know you have things to do,
at the moment you have your own things to do,
your own drama to deal with.

Once thing's have calmed down some,
when you have more time you can spare,
I'd like you to join me here in this field.

I do not demand that you come and spend time with me,
it's both unrealistic and selfish,
I can wait,
though my heart longs for you by my side,
I can wait,
for when you have more time you can spare.

There are things,
things that I do not know of yet,
that play a big part of you're life,
and they seem to be not for the best.
But know that I'm willing to help you with it,
whatever it may be.
So once you have the time,
stop on by and we can maybe the sun wont be up yet.
But I'll be waiting here.

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