To H.L.
Monday, June 02, 2008 by WickyGrl
As the wind
- Now -
You are gone,
With hardly a brush
On my cheek,
With hardly a touch.
The life of you
Runs in my vains.
Your breath is in me.
Yet, I never knew
Your voice.
What do we have
Now?
Not even broken promises.
How?
Between us
There weren't even words.
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