Prelude To Death
When you speak
Your voice carries and finds it's way
To me
No matter what room you
Happen to be in
I listen to it,
More intently than I ever
Have before
When you laugh
The sound lingers in the air
Around me
Like a wind chime
In the breeze
And surrounds me
Like a warm summer day
When I hug you
I squeeze a little tighter
Hold on a little longer
Filling myself with enough
Of your love
To last throughout the night
When I look at you
I stare long and hard
As though I am seeing you
For the first time,
...Or the very last
poem by Erika Wingo
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