The Absence of Touch
The absence of touch attaches itself
To the narrow whisper of his heart beat.
Footprints echo in loving embrace
Of his fathers mummified conscience
There are memories that rise like the sun
On days when the leaves aren't kept
There are days when the rain won't come
All he wants to do is look outside And see him starring back.
Copyright © Steven Riley | Year Posted 2014
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