Reaching out for you in that unconscious sort of way
awakening loudly in the moment of this night
traces of presence called you were no longer
as though you had erased yourself from the bed
seen or felt...feeling loss of your touch, laughter
kindness, irreverence...teasing me...
connecting with you is
Copyright © Cynthia Cross | Year Posted 2021
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