Counting Worms – September 26, 2020

Grief, life, love, poetry 1 Minute

We’ve talked often

But this

This

Was more intimate

She held me

And caressed

My stained soul

Something no other living being

Had done

Staring into her eyes

She made me feel whole

All of the problems in the world

Were suddenly still

A temptress at her best

I squandered in her presence

Marveling

At those

Who were living around me

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