Your conversations with me dwell on my tongue of so many words.
But they have never come out because you were never there.
I embrase your picture next to my bed and I call your name.
But its the echoes, hitting back on my spine, because you were never there.
                
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A nice poetic imagination, Zimkitha. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks