Hint of You – May 11, 2021

Grief, life, love, poetry 1 Minute

Your leg pressed up to mine

A brush of your hand as you walk by

The smell of you floating on the wind

Eyes glimmering, a spark of love

Caught from over there

No words

Nothing special

Just the hint of you

Is

All I need

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