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The sun is shining,

Yet I cannot feel it.

They say the heat is warm,

and succulent on your face,

Alas,

I cannot feel it.

I imagine it is soft,

and gentle,

like your hand.

like the way I remember it..

It hardens me to know,

It is just that,

a memory...

A glimpse in time,

frozen,

weaved together from vision of what was,

laced in tulle and ribbon,

at least,

that's how I see my memories to be.

The say the wind is blowing,

it's cool,

and wraps you in it's breeze.

Tightly against your skin,

caressing each curve,

hugging your body like silk.

The way you used too hold me,

Your body layeth upon mine,

The weight of you pressing upon my curves,

entrapped by you,

all of you.

What I would give...

For just one moment,

to be trapped in time,

with you.