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If I could still hold you, In the palm of my trembling hand, In the depths of my fragile heart, In the whispers of my restless soul. If I could still hold you, In the shadows of sleepless nights, In the echoes of forgotten dreams, In the longing that seeps through my veins. If I could still hold you, In the silence of empty spaces, In the void that your absence created, In the ache that lingers, refusing to fade. If I could still hold you, In the fragments of memories, In the pages of a love story, In the etchings of a bittersweet past. If I could still hold you, In the tears that flow like rivers, In the laughter that dances on my lips, In the moments we shared, forever cherished. If I could still hold you, In the depths of my imagination, In the realms of a parallel universe, In the hope that defies all reason. If I could still hold you, In the symphony of our intertwined souls, In the symphony that plays on, undeterred, In the symphony that refuses to end. Then perhaps, just perhaps, Even in the absence of physical touch, Even in the void that separates our beings, Even in the vastness of this universe. I could still hold you, In the tenderness of my love, In the strength of my devotion, In the essence of who we once were. For love knows no boundaries, No limitations, no constraints, It transcends time and space, And etches itself onto eternity's canvas. So, if I could still hold you, In the depth of my being, In the essence of my existence, Then know, my love, that you are forever mine.
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Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 10:20 AM UTC
If I could still hold You
If I could still hold you, In the palm of my trembling hand, In the depths of my fragile heart, In the whispers of my restless soul. If I could still hold you, In the shadows of sleepless nights, In the echoes of forgotten dreams, In the longing that seeps through my veins. If I could still hold you, In the silence of empty spaces, In the void that your absence created, In the ache that lingers, refusing to fade. If I could still hold you, In the fragments of memories, In the pages of a love story, In the etchings of a bittersweet past. If I could still hold you, In the tears that flow like rivers, In the laughter that dances on my lips, In the moments we shared, forever cherished. If I could still hold you, In the depths of my imagination, In the realms of a parallel universe, In the hope that defies all reason. If I could still hold you, In the symphony of our intertwined souls, In the symphony that plays on, undeterred, In the symphony that refuses to end. Then perhaps, just perhaps, Even in the absence of physical touch, Even in the void that separates our beings, Even in the vastness of this universe. I could still hold you, In the tenderness of my love, In the strength of my devotion, In the essence of who we once were. For love knows no boundaries, No limitations, no constraints, It transcends time and space, And etches itself onto eternity's canvas. So, if I could still hold you, In the depth of my being, In the essence of my existence, Then know, my love, that you are forever mine.
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— a little chat with the wisest man I’ll ever know — I met him today… the wisest old man I have ever known sat with him for thirty minutes… maybe more and I talked— about childhood about laughter about us … L 🪶 J … I told him about the brickyard days dust in the air and joy in our bones about Christmas— the first one I remember I was four and Santa brought a train set and for a moment… the world was perfect … L 🪶 J … I reminded him of his smile that quiet laugh that never needed to be loud to be heard and then… I told the truth about the things I got wrong the times I wasn’t there … L 🪶 J … Because I was a soldier… with a job to do that’s what I told myself but somewhere between duty and distance we lost time missed moments whole pieces of each other’s lives … L 🪶 J … I spoke of trees how we felled them with axe and bow saw how we drove fence posts into stubborn earth I was only five but it felt like heaven … L 🪶 J … And the donkey— God… the donkey always escaping wandering Carlton Hill and that poor policeman bringing him back again… and again… and me— laughing because somehow he was always looking for me … L 🪶 J … Standhill Road Infants… that was my school that was my world and for a moment I was back there small carefree whole … L 🪶 J … I laughed… until the laughter broke into tears just a little just enough to remind me I’m still human … L 🪶 J … I wiped them away a little embarrassed I don’t cry… not really but this— this was different … L 🪶 J … And then I told him how sorry I was for the day he went away how I wanted— needed— to be there to say goodbye … L 🪶 J … I told him I wish we had one more game of chess even if we forgot the rules even if we hadn’t played in years just one more moment across the board with him … L 🪶 J … And before I left… I made him a promise … L 🪶 J … I will visit often now I know where you are … L 🪶 J … not in houses not in places but here— in the quiet corners of my heart … L 🪶 J … because you may be gone from this world but never from me
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Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 7:30 AM UTC
A Conversation
— a little chat with the wisest man I’ll ever know — I met him today… the wisest old man I have ever known sat with him for thirty minutes… maybe more and I talked— about childhood about laughter about us … L 🪶 J … I told him about the brickyard days dust in the air and joy in our bones about Christmas— the first one I remember I was four and Santa brought a train set and for a moment… the world was perfect … L 🪶 J … I reminded him of his smile that quiet laugh that never needed to be loud to be heard and then… I told the truth about the things I got wrong the times I wasn’t there … L 🪶 J … Because I was a soldier… with a job to do that’s what I told myself but somewhere between duty and distance we lost time missed moments whole pieces of each other’s lives … L 🪶 J … I spoke of trees how we felled them with axe and bow saw how we drove fence posts into stubborn earth I was only five but it felt like heaven … L 🪶 J … And the donkey— God… the donkey always escaping wandering Carlton Hill and that poor policeman bringing him back again… and again… and me— laughing because somehow he was always looking for me … L 🪶 J … Standhill Road Infants… that was my school that was my world and for a moment I was back there small carefree whole … L 🪶 J … I laughed… until the laughter broke into tears just a little just enough to remind me I’m still human … L 🪶 J … I wiped them away a little embarrassed I don’t cry… not really but this— this was different … L 🪶 J … And then I told him how sorry I was for the day he went away how I wanted— needed— to be there to say goodbye … L 🪶 J … I told him I wish we had one more game of chess even if we forgot the rules even if we hadn’t played in years just one more moment across the board with him … L 🪶 J … And before I left… I made him a promise … L 🪶 J … I will visit often now I know where you are … L 🪶 J … not in houses not in places but here— in the quiet corners of my heart … L 🪶 J … because you may be gone from this world but never from me
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