Instinctively

Wind blows over the bay
raindrops tap dance
on the rooftop
a lullaby drift off
to the sweetest reverie
colorful images
seagrass gray blue waters
a backdrop to footprints
in the sand
a glance over my shoulder
a smile
my heart is full
joy and laughter
but I feel empty
loss, longing
I touch my mouth
instinctively
as if I somehow
misplaced
a kiss, a song, a word
missing can be as simple
as finger tips to my lips

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