That feather touch
That feather touch
You are so light
So gentle with me
Do you think I will break?
I pour your coffee
You laugh at my joke
Why can’t we be forever.
I want this to be forever.
But you’re slipping through my fingers
You sublimate
And before I can understand why
You’re nothing but ether
A soft golden glow of remembrance.
A ray of sun lighting up the dust motes
Alighting on your picture.
And although it’s been weeks
Since you were here
Your touch lingers on my hair.
I’m not ready
It’s not true
Your picture is here
But it’s not you
Fresh Hell 
Very touching, hmmm, sorry pun…. but I am truly moved
“Your picture is here
But it’s not you”
These words sublimely emphatic.
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Grief and lost love captured well. Reminds me of the time when I was a young widow.
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That must have been tough. Sorry to hear you were widowed.
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Mom did had the softest touch. I miss her.
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