There’s something about
the way you look at me,
something about the way you speak
about how you make my knees weak.
Sometimes when I look across the table,
I find myself searching for your face,
but that was another time.
That was another place.
Well yes it’s easy to love again,
but losing someone like you
is an unforgettable pain.
Nothing could ever feel the same.
I just wish you would come back here,
I would come to you
if I could let go of my fear.
instead I sit calling for you
My dear, my dear, my dear.
Molly Golightly
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