Missing You

Written by Geena Lorenzo-Brown

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Sometimes,
with a Shudder,
I feel the Ghost of you
passingthrough
this body of mine.
a feeling both
cold and inviting;
fragile to the touch,
yet solid as Gold.
I close my eyes
and you are with me once more;
reaching into me
as if to say,
"I'm right here."


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