When the breeze quits brushing my face, and the salt fades from sea air, when stillness whispers to move and spirit asks to feel... is when I stop and sense your lips, disengaged from the life I'm trying to love. Wiping the moments, stretching the years. Memories of life never lived overcome me, envelop my days like mice caught in traps. Hazy depths of blue and gray, your eyes gently sighing to me, shining and smiling to me. While outside runs the breeze again, and the air scents of sea again. But I can't feel them again. There I go again, tasting your essence. Drinking your voice. Being where I never was. While your smile talks to me, while it calls on me, prays with me, makes love to me. In a place no man can reach, no woman can scorn and where no child is torn. A safe place, sacred only to me. Adored and detested only by me. Existing only for me.
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