Come Back!

Come Back, she cried

reaching out, but not

touching,

 

A sob choked her, as the last

words became muffled,

I lo………..

but she couldn’t say more,

 

I turned, and saw as she

wept,

I wanted to reciprocate

the touch, the tear, the words

I lo…..

 

I love

you,

 

But she was just a

dream, an idea, something to fall

in love with,

 

I couldn’t touch,

her sorrow,

with mine…

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Author: notthedane56

My heathen tendencies are waiting to blossom at the Mid-Summer Evening in Denmark. In a Country that professes to have an overwhelming population of believers in the Christian Faith, I am always reassured by their pagan ways, at least one night per year. I won't be throwing myself on the bonfire, but I plan on being warmed by the thoughts of the fun-loving Danes, burning witches at the stake, while singing songs and drinking beer!

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