For that for which lost, not
tossed between now
and eternal endless
knowing, aware and
yet not growing
grief for what you miss
a bit of tenderness
a reciprocal kiss
that bliss of having met
a blessed mind
a kind gesture
or just a word
whispered softly
just to fill ……..
the ill and mortal
ever sluggish
emptiness. M
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