An honest deception.

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I deceive my mind.

I am not lonely, I say.

I am content.  Happy.

And this is true,

but it does not mean

that in the quiet of the night

when my babes are sleeping

and I lie still, pondering my thoughts,

that my skin does not scream for his touch,

that I can stop myself imagining

  the feel of his arms around me,

  the heat of his body next to mine,

  the taste of his lips,

  and the whisper of his voice.

He is faceless, this destiny of mine,

yet he leaves me wanting.

And waiting.

I know he will find me.

When the time is right, I will recognise his face.

A long time from now.

© www.mypastmademe.com 2011

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