It Breathes In Me
Many years ago,
perhaps, through illness or through grief,
I had believed, your heart would come,
it would come back to me..
But I was wrong, as wrong was God;
as with Adam, as with Eve,
you were never coming back to me.
Though gone, this paradise
still breathes, it breathes in memory,
it breathes in me.
Copyright © Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2015
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