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The Return

by J. P. Davies

Sweet symphonies of her voice
echo evadingly through time.
Stunned to silence, I sit
and struggle to breathe.

Perched immobile, on the edge
of my computer chair, I inhale
the familiar fragrance of her.
Entrapped in the garment
she wore, she seems closer.

There is an empty space
just beyond my arms reach.
The place I long to find her,
dwelling warm and safe.
Enfolded in my thought.

It has all embodied itself
into a mass of time, alone.
Where I am only present here,
and you are far afield.

So when time comes, to return.
And so doing, immersing yourself.
I'll hold to you with alacrity,
and hope to never let go.

03/01/2004

Posted on 03/01/2004
Copyright © 2022 J. P. Davies

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maureen Glaude on 03/01/04 at 08:55 PM

how very poignant and beautiful, one feels the escaping through your fingertips in this one, and the reaching to bring back. Sometimes second chances come and work, who knows, and sometimes, they don't. For a reason, perhaps. Beautiful.

Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 03/02/04 at 07:03 AM

I am in love with you. Being held by you for the first time in what felt like eternity felt better than anything.

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