Dreams

Posted on February 9, 2019 by shadowalking 
Can't
it
be
another
dream?
You're not
really
dead.
I can still feel
the touch
of your hand
your hair
your skin,
I can
smell you,
almost,
almost
taste you.
I am crazy
with
longing
with
despair
with
love
and
missing
you.
Please
don't
make
me
wait.

About shadowalking

I'm a widow. A writer. More than that is unimportant.
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