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Still

Still as the evening approached I can feel you here,
After all these years the memory of your voice I still hear.
There was a time you were more than just a memory,
But also that was a long time ago and I was only sixteen.
As I close my eyes  I  feel your hand reach out to me,
With a gentle caress you reached  over and touched my cheek slowly.
As  your lips brushed across mine
At  that moment everything came to a stop even time.
Yet like I said  that was a long time ago ,
When I foolishly let you go.
And as your memory haunts the shadows of my mind,
I know one day there will be for us another place another time.
We’ll meet again and I’ll place your hand in mine.
You'll say those  words I longed to hear yet you never could say
But this time you’re back here with me and forever more will stay.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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