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The Ghost Of A Touch
Ever wondered about a touch once solid and a smile once bright, becoming nothing but echoes of a time long gone.
What memories are still etched on your skin; do they come alive at dusk, when the world has gone to roost.
What secrets do your eyes hold; does your mind wander at dawn, unfocused and easily scattered like fresh petals on first springs air.
What pains do your smiles hide; perhaps a nostalgia to revisit the past, with a dearly departed.
Ever felt the ghost of a touch left by a loved one; do you wonder about what could be, if they were still here.
© O.O Godwin
What memories are still etched on your skin; do they come alive at dusk, when the world has gone to roost.
What secrets do your eyes hold; does your mind wander at dawn, unfocused and easily scattered like fresh petals on first springs air.
What pains do your smiles hide; perhaps a nostalgia to revisit the past, with a dearly departed.
Ever felt the ghost of a touch left by a loved one; do you wonder about what could be, if they were still here.
© O.O Godwin
