A Lover Dead

June 4, 2010
A Kiss
A Glance
A Touch,
Without Time

Swaying Trees and a Creeping Tide

He has touched my soul
And I his,
But now he’s gone
With one last kiss.

I Feel His Spirit Close to Me
Like a Shadow no One Can Know,
Or See

Though He’s here
I know He’s not

So I leave this World Behind
To keep His Spirit Close
And Near Mine.

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