Nestled in,
It was her
Hovering in my head.
Right there.
I could feel her hand on my back,
The smell she wore.
As my eyes blinked closed
I felt her dress lightly
Brush my leg,
And she was gone.
In an instant,
Forever.
Hovering – June 15, 2019
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DoRee MelNic 
Dreaming of someone I wish was still here, whether a lost love or a departed loved one. These words make me think through both scenarios.
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Yes, I agree! I long to dream of my mom, but I don’t recall if she’s her ever shown up. Maybe one day ❤️. Thank you for your comment :).
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