Longing
I loved you long ago and I can see your face - it glows.
A photo maybe? Or a scene extracted from a play?
With love, I remember those days.
We sat, we talked, we laughed,
we loved, not in the physical sense, but we both
knew what we had done.
I don’t know where you are, what you’ve done or
where you live, but I would really love to
do what we once did.
© 2010 Charles Dennis
http://www.charlesdennis.netne.net
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