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Whisper...2003Dry these tears that cleanse my memories of you. Alone alas! No; not alone. The whisper that you've left upon my heart is my constant companion. You, brave soul, painted your shadow upon my spirit and then slipped away like a whisper upon the wind. I pursued the company of your character. I sought for the strong, yet gentle touch of your hand that cautiously and quietly caressed my delicate flesh. I then, hungered for more of you. Never quite satisfied, I devoured the sweet gift of yourself until alas, you had no more to give. I bathed your cautious heart with whispers and promises. You bathed my spirit in the whispers that you uttered in so many moments of passion. You who were to be my lover, my confidant, Left me without as much as a spoken word. Now I walk in shadow of your memory. My heart is burdened with the whispers that you left there. I, like you, no longer speak aloud. You took with you, my voice. You, brave soul, cast a shadow upon my spirit and left me alone But with the mere whisper that you left upon my heart… L.A.Mc Nabb Monday, 08 September, 2003 Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved Vote for this poem
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