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baubles. canon 400d

without context

some days it seems many
lifetimes have passed since
you held firm to my hand
whispering secrets in my ear.
days flow by, like sands

constantly shifting,
shaping new landscapes;
our sweet times together glide
quietly out of memory’s reach.

something tilts… floats…
drifts just beyond my gaze,
leaving a cooling hollow
waiting to be filled with
another warmth, or
another’s touch. please

lets revive our friendship? come,
take a step back towards me
and discard that old mask;
remember how it feels to have
my sun warming your face.

© 2009 leonie faith wise