|Mag 105 image: epic mahoney|
Thanks to Tess Kincaid of The Mag
I can see you in the distance
So close, so far.
Longing to hear the sound of your voice
Which was slowly fading into the shadows of my mind.
Only hours away...
I need you now.
Godsend neon oasis of contact
In the wasteland of my mind.
Finally I can hear you.
If only I could touch you, hold you...