Memories

 

touch less, motionless, and restless, kisses missed, standing still and moving quickly is all I do. Guitars and harps strings thoughts arrives, lingers then slowly leave unapologetic to the silence which follows. softly creeps in picturesque memories so vividly dancing to imaginary piano keys, seemingly mocking this pain of loss eagerly urging defeat, knowingly that some love will win; playing a child’s game of any, meeny, miny, moe. silent cries unseen womanly pride, longing to hold the familiar.

 

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