JG (6/12/92 / London)

Stumbling

I think of you, and
I dream of you.
I love you with my
waking thoughts.
And then, when you
look at me.
I choke on the
words I feel.
I stumble and I
fall, letting you slip
from my grasp again.
In tear-choked sobs
that night, I dream again.

by Johnny Golding

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