i dont have you physically.. but
you are with me breath in and breath out..
with every blink of my eyelash..
every beat of my heart..
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I understand those squeezed-dry moments - exhaustion of the last droplet of blood.... like the dried sands of the desert scorching under the blazing rays of the sun.....
A tender, heart warming poem, to love so much is sometimes painful, well penned Lynda xx