Can you imagine
what it would be like to hear
your touch on my skin and the
kindness of your words caressing my
perspective of what a life was supposed to be?
As your hands press the soil of my faith down
Seeds of love and beauty are growing in my heart
our time hasn't stopped
and continuing our journey up this path
is a reminder of my own mortality.
holding creamy hands and breathing you in
is the pure essence of what I was meant to do
caring for you and ours
careless thoughts are caught like fireflies
shining their light through the night
with enormous dark trees shading us.
In my dream I heard your footsteps rushing towards the place we were supposed to meet.
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