meloostraightfromhertilt-a-world
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I found you in a photograph I reached out with my fingers but could not feel the softness there but the feeling of it inside me lingers the golden light shining in your bright eyes the warmth in my beaming face the joy contained within that space the memory of it all retraced come back to me come back to me come back to me even if its within the framework of a dream for you were a dream to us of charm and pleasure and all that was mostly serene come back to me come back to me I want to hold you still and drop my nose into your neck and drink in your scent until I'm refueled and filled the vacancy you left the day you left will always remain unfilled ...................................... written on a piece of paper rapidly upon awakening legal copyright for this poem 7:56pm PST March 8 2019 time/date stamped and also for this writer/author/poet Melissa A. Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World Vote for this poem
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