Absent

My soul sighs its icy breath.
Something is misplaced.
Missing.
Then…
She breathes me in.
I breathe her out.
In her eyes, countless yesterdays vanish.
Like Spring’s first warm breeze she laughs,
And encircles me for a moment;
My soul’s chill thaws,
Bathed in hope’s Sun, then…
Gone again.
A beautiful dream.
Gone again.

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