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Dec 2020
Here we once lay
one summer's day
you fourteen like me
bordering fifteen
watching cloud formations
or clouds drifting
birds in flight
above our heads

our hands touched
fingers tips to fingertips
then we turned face to face
and lips to lips kissed

you are not here now
the field has houses built
where we once lay
on that long ago
summer's day

the clouds are still
in formation
and clouds still drift by
in that blue
but overcrowded sky

I wonder where
you lay now
where they laid you
after your cancer
ridden death
some place away
from me now

I wish I could reach out
and fingertip to fingertip
touch you now
somehow.
Terry Collett
Written by
Terry Collett  73/M/England
(73/M/England)   
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     Cat, Jeremy Stacy and Talon Robinson
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