Letter to Christopher
I long for the hands of a dead man
I reach out from deep in my soul
You could never understand
I long for the touch from the one I
Should of never let go
I want to kiss still lips
Though they speak no more-
I have no need to hear what my heart
Already knows
I will lay my head on an empty chest
And know the beat and the nature of the heart it once held
The one that knew me best---- and loved me still
And I will walk with a ghost-
Even if it reminds me my arms are empty
Just to remember--
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