Monday, April 28, 2014

28-- memory

i've never held a hand
like i did
when i held your hand
that day

and i never kissed a man
like i did
when i kissed your lips
that way

and even though
my memory blurs
when i think back
on us

i still remember
the warmth of you
as it took over
the coldness of me

conquering what
was left of
my sadness

and finally
setting me free


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