Love at Present

your memory is but a cold warmth
compared to the touch of your hand
your eyes sharing secrets
when we inhale and exhale
each other’s breaths

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Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at https://redgladiola.wordpress.com

8 thoughts on “Love at Present”

  1. That’s so hard to not have. Its hell. No pretty words can fix it. I feel the space between what is and what ought to be with you.

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