Rings and things;
glisten
Touch of an angel
– wings flutter
Sweetest reverie;
your image
Crystal clear visual – you touch my cheek
My heart still,
skips a beat
Just at the thought…
…just at the mere thought of you
Left hand aches,
occasionally
Phantom pain,
from time to time
Like a flash flood
or when the wind
suddenly kicks up
without warning
I am surrounded by you
There is little to explain
To disbelievers
of the spirit world
When you come to call
I am yours once more…ever more

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