I want to hold you
In my soul forever.
Cherish every breath we share,
Foreheads touching, in the night.
Hold your memory dear to me
Even when we must part ways.
I want to feel your hands on me,
Know your touch so well
That I feel your ghost
Linger.
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Calista Marchand-Nazzaro
Always learning and always evolving. I’m a creative, an idea person, a thinker, a dreamer, and working on being a doer. Many interests. Varied content. Food. Sustainability. Comedy. Poetry. Music.
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Trouble at the Tea Leafing Café
The rain had started right around the time that Annie was buttering her second thick slice of homemade toast for breakfast, and hadn’t paused since. Not that anyone could tell. The windows of the café were fogged over, and with every seat filled with happy customers munching on fresh baked pastries or steaming bowls of the delicious soup of the day, it was hardly surprising. Annie looked around the room, finally taking a moment to breathe after the lunch time rush. Her old life already felt like a bad memory, a part of her history, always, but just that. History.
By Hannah Moore4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
So heartwrenching, that loss and feeling them there when they are no longer—powerful work.
Foreheads touching in the night. I was confused at one point, did you ever connect in the first place.
Sounds like two ships passing in the night. You connect but then one of you are gone. Kind of sad to me, but lots of chemistry while you are together. Well Done!!!