We shared a bottle of wine
I kept the cork, my dear.
I had started doing this with you,
As to why, I have no idea.

You kissed me, softly
As your hand caressed my face, a touch.
I never expected to hear from you again,
Instead, I'll miss you far too much.

11/09/2005

Posted on 04/24/2006
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