Then Poem by Henrik Berg

Then

Rating: 3.5


I held you close in my arms,
Caressed you with the palm of my hand,
Felt you with my lips.
I had you and your name at the tip of my tounge,
Always

Now I'm gone and that was then.
Still I keep you at the tip of my pen.

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