I can smell the sweet scent,
of the shampoo in her hair...

A slow exhale of warm breath,
as I breathe down the back of your neck...

Whisper softly,
as we snuggle close...

Hold me close,
and don't let go...

A cold dark night in April,
a few days after the 17th...

A haunting past,
sends chills down my spine...

"You Just Can't Hug a Photograph"
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In a shadow of darkness, lies a single rose.
Red but dim, in its mid-life bloom...

There never was much innocence,
not even from the start...

A soft sweet little lullaby,
written for the love of my life...

I wish you were here,
here with me now...

I miss your laugh,
I miss your smile...