Memory of Touch
A touch,
Never knew it could mean so much.?
A kiss on the cheek
That good morning speak
I miss memories like that
that so caring stare
As you pass each other in a room
Memory of touch...
Without you my life is doom.
I still hear laughter in each room
I still hear those love sighs and croons.
No, you...
No touches...
Just memories of where you've been in my life.
I did not know you are...
The blood that flowed in my vain?
The shade is now being pulled down
The door over head is closing
Memories of your touch
Never knew they meant so much.
My life blood is now...
No more.
Connection to you is lost... and so is my soul.
whisperkwane
kwane@mail.com
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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