In your absence, I wait, but with bated, heavy breath.
The memories float restlessly, dancing all around.
I hang on to the most recent ones we shared, held close,
their quintessence flowing out thick, they mentally resound.

With my heart and mind buzzing and bathed in these thoughts,
I attempt to communicate, the words infused, brief.
They are enough, as more are sent in both directions,
Expressing elation beyond scale, depth, or belief.

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