June 24, 2010

His Scent

I curl on my bed, a shield from loneliness.
Desperate for comfort,
My eyes fall upon a stuffed polar bear,
A gift.
I pull him close.

I take a breath.

Intertwined fingers,
A kiss in the rain,
Walking on the beach,
Watching the sunset…

I take a breath.

Brilliant smiles,
Long slow dances,
Comforting hugs,
Star Gazing…

I take a breath.

Picnics by a waterfall,
Water balloons flying,
Fits of laughter,
And an unexpected goodbye…

I hold my breath.

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