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May 24
When I first met you
I couldn’t resist touching your face
Or you touching mine
Or running my fingers through your hair
It was divine
During our time together
It was a form of heaven
True bliss and happiness

When you left
I missed that
Like being withdrawn
From a wondrous drug
Things felt hollow
Flat
Empty
I missed your touch
Or to be able to touch you

Now decades later
We are together
I can reach out
To touch you
Or you can touch me
It’s like being delivered
Back to heaven
I never want to leave
Barbara R Maxwell
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