When you leave,
Weeks, maybe months from now;
I will hold you
Till our fingertips slip off
Each other’s;
And wonder if there ever was
An Us;
Because if there was, baby,
There will be no wait any sweeter,
For even a thousand miles apart
When our hearts beat,
There will be a little bit of
You in me
And a little bit of
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