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Digging through some of my old poetry…….enjoy.
Sleepy time…half dreams
and you are by my side.
White sheets….my cheek
pressed upon the muscled warmth of your back.
Eyes slit open….the curve of my lips fade.
Caressing hand falling through empty air.
Tears slide into the midnight river of my hair.
Sorrow rising from heart to throat,
as I realize that I am alone
and you are a ghost.
(c) Maria Palmeri