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Oct 2019
What am I if not a man with a heart that is weighed down with the absence of you?
I know nothing else.

What am but the man who was too tall to walk down the aisle with you?
If only I were someone else.

Your sweetest smell,
Your lingering light on hair that you stroked and caressed with henna,
Now,
You are a stranger,
Gone.

What am I but the man that won’t let go of long lost you?
I am no one else.
Written by
Stephen Moore  M
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