A touch, a smell, a spoken word,
a gentle, teasing sense of humor,
a glimpse into the way things were,
reminded me today of you~
~You held me once, even in my tears,
listened, gave wisdom, in the face of fears,
inspired me throughout the years
we shared our hearts, our home~
~But now, I wonder if I'll ever see
your eyes again, shining into me,
or if one of us will leave here before
we dare to open up this door~
~It's been there for too long, I know,
though it's not as big as it seems, & so
I long to just knock on it, yet
we both made choices we can't forget~
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~By Anastazia Rowe~
October 18th,
2004.