I can´t have you
even smell you,
touch your skin
or know your sin.
I can´t witness you
see the fitness in you,
open the christmas in you
I can only miss you.
I can´t get close to you
see the most in you,
be a host to you
I can´t even boast of you.
I can´t reach you
see what life will teach you,
get on top or underneath you
see you ripen like peaches do.
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