Time is a heartless thief
leaving gaping holes in my
memory
as it takes you away from me.
The sound of your voice us
already gone,
as is the light in your
laughter,
but sometimes
I still manage to feel your
touch
if I fall into the embrace of
the others just right,
and for a moment...it is
everything,
even though
it heals
absolutely nothing.
~Samuel Decker Thompson
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