Kissing Lips Once Warm
And the silent lavender fields scatter remnants of love-
I kiss lips once warm hoping to wear a smile that could end a war.
For you are my greatest sorrow; harvesting dreams to flourish loss.
The nightingale breaths silent stars not knowing...I’d never see you again.
Tonight, as age suffers from arthritic hands that can’t embrace,
I seek the abandoned fear I once wore; for I shall wear is once more.
My balmy breath longs for your presence, inside ebony walls of pain.
Home no longer a home but a house full of photographs not yet taken.
Date written: May 8, 2019
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