Gary Boykin


My life seems to have ceased, within all that surround,
It's spent in darkness, forgotten.. so not to be found.
The glorious days remembered, are the dearest to my past,
Though now they're only memories, I fear to be my last.

There was warmth in my heart, when you'd hold me real tight,
And listening to you breathe, as we would lay there at night.
Your face would light up, when you would hold me so close;
I would get a tickle sensation, when you would touch my nose.

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