once again, mine eyes closed but cannot sleep
too many rambling thoughts and images of laments
and wishes, faces that i can no longer touch gently
with my fingertips, those who i can only imagine are
missed by hearts scorned, those lost by cancers and
wars
when time comes that my body decides it’s tired
of Lifes’ woes wishing to rest for eternity, will my
spirit who has witnessed love while residing in its
mundane shell, remember the titillation, the flutter
of its heart and the deep breath sighs felt when
touched by Loves’ fingertips?
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