The warmth of your hand
holding mine felt like
coming home. For those few
seconds I was exactly
where I wanted to be —
but knew I couldn’t stay.
aka SusanWritesPrecise
The warmth of your hand
holding mine felt like
coming home. For those few
seconds I was exactly
where I wanted to be —
but knew I couldn’t stay.
A well-written poem, the feelings are sad though.
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Thank you so much, Hélène. I appreciate your comments! 🙂
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