I remember touching your hand and
Your eyes came to life.
It felt like soft rain in my chest.
My skin used to carry this memory;
but no more.
I wish there is a way to go back, to recall, to see
even just an apparition of that dream;
where there was you, and I; the evening
that stretches forever
"And that is all."
Thursday, August 7, 2008
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