I awoke to his touch on my face
a whisper of love
that melted away with my tears
on his empty pillow
I sleep, I dream, I wait
for him to come again
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Sunday, January 9, 2011
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want to say something, but don't know what! reminds me of a series I wrote around an 'empty space'
ReplyDeleteNow that's a coincidence, EMM. I published a poetry chapbook in 2008 called, Empty Spaces.
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