You often think of him
And the way he would hold
You in his arms, kiss you
On the lips, and whisper
Those words repeatedly
Until they became part
Of him, the memory
You have of him now. You
Often dream he makes love
To you, touching your flesh
Softly and tenderly,
Easing himself into
You with the slow gentle
Motion like a small wave
Of an ocean, yet you
Know the bed is empty,
The place where once he lay
Vacant and dull like a
Winter's day, and a chill
Creeps into you as the
Memory fades and your
Thoughts are all that is left
Of a once great love and
Passion night after night.
Hush; be still, the dawn comes
With its icy fingers
And its cruel freezing light.
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I just wanted to stop by since I am finally going through what is now listed as under 4,700 pieces of gather new mail that is sitting in my inbox on here.
With that mentioned I just came across either a mailing from you yourself, or someone else brought this piece to my attention. You or they felt that your creation should be shared with the gather community, which I am very glad that it was passed on to me to view. So I wanted to say Thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to publish it here on gather for us to all view. :o)
As well before I leave you I wanted to wish you a Happy New Year... in 2009 :o)