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Death of Our Love

We don't speak. Can you hear what I cannot say... Or have we forgotten how to listen. We are so near each other. As near as a star set apart by galaxies. Love is gone. I hold my book. You, your paper - I fear we have lost ourselves over morning coffee... orange juice... I set my book aside, look for another. Love is gone. We fill hours alone - together. We don't speak. Hours pass - days - years- I could touch you, but I cannot reach that far. Love is gone.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 8/30/2008 6:17:00 PM
this is a heart-wrenching write, one that pulls at your heart strings, hoepfully you and he can move past the hurt, and demise and find the love you had at first, I will pray for you and your family, take care D-nyce
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