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It’s 4 am
It’s pouring outside but there is a gale  hurricane inside me; keeping me wide awake
My dejected heart is longing for you
I’m going around the museum of you I build in my heart
All I can think about is how one person can have such an impact on my life
How one person can bring me peace
How one person can make me feel at home
How someone’s presence and absence can have such an impact on my  life
How the distance makes me want that person even more
How without that person I  feel lost
You have woven your folktales into me
In  the middle of the night I tell all your stories to the moon ;
Those captivating  brown eyes can see through me I explained; how those arms wrapped around me make me  feel safe ;
In such a short time, a beautiful stranger who I  met in the dark damp streets of an unnamed district became my safe home.