Beth Kellar


I would like to see you again, be with you.
Touch you, to feel you.
Talk to you and laugh with you.
Cry with you, to smile with you, be still with you.
Love you, believe in you.
Care for you and breathe with you.
But instead I hold on to the memory of you.
Dreaming of you, I cry over you.
I frown over you; I can’t touch you or be near you.

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