It would have been
Right about now
That he'd come in
And kiss your shoulder
As you laid in bed
And whisper words
Softly in your ear
Bending next to you
Having just entered
The bed
Causing that small disturbance
To it all
But now
Since his death
The bed is still
And moves not at all
With no
Whispered words
Or kiss
Or love
Or embrace
Or nightly hold
All of which
You miss.


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Chronicles of Bill, The Boss - II
Blessings and best wishes - S.
velvet, dark and alive..... touch, only an imprint of skin...
a lifetime ago...tonight
back to my cell i go...all aglow,
but for the cool touch of
gentle breeze on neck and lower back...
and tears in my nose
and throat
breathe
Have a Great & powerful day W/J!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!