when the wind is right
I can hear your voice
echoed in my thoughts
whispering like an angel
when the light is right
I can see your shadow
float through my window
dancing across the wall
when the night is right
I can hear our footfalls
as we spin across the room
your hip beneath my hand
when my mind is right
I can feel you next to me
the warmth of your skin
haunting my fingertips
when the time is right...
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