Sometimes I wonder if she still
thinks of me.
When I hear a laugh similar to hers
I smile instantly.
For I feel her presence
and that she is all around me.
She opens her arms and begins to hug.
My chest warms up and I feel at peace.
But I cry in the reality of not ever seeing her again.
Not by force but by choice.
Her choice.
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Escape The Sun
PoetryArt made into words. "Death is inevitable even among the kings. Laughed at by the Gods,.." Poetry all about the imaginative situations that reflect real life.
