A Widow's Song
Stretched across a desert
Of white pillowed night
I cloak myself in blankets
Of shrill quiet.
Each inch of bed pleads for your return.
In the hint of the moon's bright light
I savor only the memory of your touch
As my eyes search the darkness for
Your smile!
Cynthia
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