It Happens
Inside me there is space that once
was filled with you and now is emptiness
that in a happier time was rich
with love and laughter
and longing
and lust.
Your voice would warm
and thinking of you could
for no apparent reason make me grin.
Or laugh when I should not have.
Copyright © Red Omara | Year Posted 2016
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