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Click hereA polite inquiry into the occupancy of an empty seat
My eyes not straying from the pages that engaged me
As I moved my purse over an inch
The shoulder to shoulder grazing
Annoyed me enough to grant you attention
Encountering a smile that caused my very soul to flinch
Lying in bed on a bright Spring morn
We watched a butterfly breach its cocoon
To kiss the sun’s shine and spread its wings
You blew your breath across my chest
Teasing hard my nipples in declaring
Beauty in life can often arise from the most simplest of things
The worst day of my existence was at St. Luke’s Hospice
You stood over me and caressed my shoulders
As I saw the last moments of my father fade away
Not a word was uttered as my dad’s eyes fluttered
Room 232 the presence of your soul was what was needed
Though not for which I prayed
How my short time here
Would be so cheapened
Had you not graced me with your calm
There’ve been moments of you in my life worth repeating
Where I’ve felt my very being soothed
By the loving touch of a God