I haven't heard your voice for years, but I can still hear its' sweet, soft sound in my mind. The gentle way you said my name, when I was on the edge of sleep as you tried to wake me.
I haven't felt your sweet, loving touch for years, but I can still feel your soft, tender hands on my chest and cheeks. The gentle way you fondled me on summer evenings when time had no hold on me.
I haven't felt your presence beside me for years, but I can still feel how you felt, there with me, in your sincere and serene style. The way you were so unassuming and authentic, unabashed and unafraid. Your presence still haunts me, in all the sweetest ways.
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