Cradling
her
body
in mine,
touching lips,
hair flowing
across eyes,
I held her
just that
little
too tightly,
a shudder
of pain
passed
through
her body
to mine,
bone
to
bone.

We knew
this
really was
the
last time.

Walking down
the pathway
bridled
with flowers,
I turned,
a wave,
a sigh
so deep
my body
cleft.

The long
journey
home
across
moors.

A tear

The phone call.

Silence.

12/17/2005

Posted on 12/17/2005
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