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The passing

Isaw your shadow briefly,felt the breeze upon my face,
Felt your kiss upon my lips,smelt your aftershave.
I know that you are near me you promised never to leave,
But who was to hear your calling, taking you from me.

I lay here in the empty space,I can feel your warmth,
Imagining your soft embrace, as I curl into yor form
I hear your soft whisperings,declaring love for me,
And know these treasured memories,
can never be taken away from me.

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