Monday, July 28, 2008


As your kiss is not so cold –
for your whisper is filled with sentimentality.
A fleeting childhood, the elusive kiss
and the comfort of arms which held me upon a time.
Thus as you gather me to your bosom
I know it is not about the love that I have lost
but the love that I leave
- Behind.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

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