There hasn't been a year,
a month,
a week,
that my heart hasn't missed you.
The dance of the wind
in the leaves
on the trees
that were witness
to your lips on mine
so soft and light
reminds me of you.
There hasn't been a day,
a hour,
a minute,
that my heart hasn't loved you.
When sun and the winter winds
flush red the skin on my cheeks.
My refection reminds me
this was once also the result
of your love, your face on mine.
There hasn't been a second,
that I can't recall you:
your laughter,
your smile,
your fragrance,
your arms around me,
your breathing in sleep beside me.
For a lifetime,
my lifetime,
I will miss you.
Tara Schley
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