I miss you the way I don’t miss many,

I let you dwell in me

the way I haven’t let any.

I pray my soul full

And feel angels pray with me.

I pry the sky open

to make room for this bliss,

this love that floods out,

pours down, raises me up

and breathes my death.

It’s a miracle to live like this.

We take the unusual path,

we don’t like to conform,

we’ll be the fools,

we’ll break the rules.

We will live,

the same way we love

like it’s the whole purpose of being.

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