The silence of midnight
The silence of wanting.
Dark time, soft
With sadness.
A scent, a look, a memory,
Almost enough.
I long for that touch
That voice, that look.
It fills the night, turns the silence of longing
Into loving and giving.
The soft sadness replaced with his touch
His hand to hold.
His kiss to make mine
A light in the darkness but
Never to keep.
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Oh, this is odd. It seems we both are writing on Memories this time. Sad, but beautifully written.
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Thank you Sherrie, memories can be so sad…
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So beautiful,
All the best, ❤
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I can feel it.
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