You are Not Here

I crave your touch
Without it, I am empty
I think of your hands
Tracing my face gently
I imagine your lips
So tender against mine
I think of your arms
Embracing me tight
I can almost feel the warmth
That flows from you to me
But you are not here
And I am lonely

Published by Cader Publishing Ltd. © 1995. Cynthia D. Osbourne. All rights reserved.

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