Sometimes

Sometimes,
I see you standing outside my door
On the other side of the courtyard.

Sometimes,
I feel your hand in mine, only 
It’s no longer forbidden.

Sometimes,
I touch a picture of you
And feel myself in your embrace.

Sometimes,
I taste the sweetness of your kiss
And I call out your name.

Sometimes,
I hear a plane fly overhead
And I wish it were you coming to me.

Sometimes, 
I know I am fooling myself.

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